Roller Skating

 /   /  By Emma Birches
Stone Soup Magazine
March/April 2011

By Nicky Cannon

The wheels
Crunch over the pea gravel
As sweat
Crowds my tomato-red face.
My legs are constantly moving
Pumping with pure
A puddle
Crammed with mud
Stretches over the cement sidewalk.
Consumed with laughter
And joy
I am too delirious
To see the hazard.
My body
Is shot into the air
And my arms
Like a baby pigeon
Flying for the first time.
My legs are
With grime.
My aerial adventure
With a tragic
Spurts out
From under my
Bruised body.
Drops pitter-patter as they
Connect with land.
I sit there
Absorbed with how I look
What pity watchers must feel.
But I am chortling
Even if briefly
And even if disastrously ended.
I had
Done it.
I had roller skated.

Roller Skating Nicky Cannon

Nicky Cannon, 12
Dallas, Texas

About the Author

Related Posts

Have you ever met someone who seemed to accept everyone just as they are? Have you ever felt that...

You may remember that a few months ago we held a Selfie Contest. Though we announced the winner...

Photo by Alex Adkins via Creative Commons It rained. Or rather, it poured. Large grey clouds...

Leave a Reply

%d bloggers like this: