4wheeler 4ever

"Are you ready?"
She asks.
I take off my shoes
knowing they would get dirty.

"Heck yes!"
I reply.
She sits down,
turns on the gas.

Off we go, my best friend and I,
over the hill and into the forest.
On the bumpy track,
we both let out a happiness cry.

It was the best feeling,
the freedom we had.
The mud flinging by
as we went wheeling.

It had rained
puddles there are
we fly through them
we are not pained.

No one can stop us,
it is just me and her.
the wind in our face,
mud is our greatness.

We decide it's about time to get off.
Mud everywhere,
our clothes, face, and 4wheeler.
We look as though we are very tough.

We laugh about it, as we hose ourselves down,
and say to ourselves,
"That's the best thing in the summer,
we've ever done."