All around me I hear a roar, a roar of engines and motors.
There are people jumping forty feet into the air, I see 4-wheelers and
dirtbikes everywhere.
I see big hills and trees, the ground is slick from the mud, there are giant
mud puddles and ramps to fear, the birds and animals are running from the noise.
There are wide open fields on mountain tops waiting to be conquered.
There are old barns and houses that are falling down.
This is hundreds of miles of wilderness to be lost in, and always there are
races, stunts and tricks.
There are 4-wheelers of all colors and size, this is my paradise.

By Aaron Jones

Cool poem...thanks for sharing!

Nice poem that your son wrote Dave. Thanks for sharing.
Don

great job Aaron! now i wanta ride!