My skateboard shoots through the air like a comet that drank 20 sodas.
My skateboard is like gold . . . shiny, cool, and priceless.
My skateboard is the swift ocean breeze.
My skateboard can turn on a dime.
My skateboard can grind on the toughest steel.
My skateboard has a grip that you could use as a baseball glove.
My skateboard can jump one zillion school buses.
My skateboard can go faster than time.
My skateboard can do so many tricks
it will make your head spin.
My skateboard is so slick it could be an FBI agent if it wanted.
My skateboard is unbeatable.
My skateboard’s hang time record is 1 year 4 months 8 days 16 minutes and 4 seconds.
Too bad I don’t know how to ride it.
By Evan, 7th grade
[photo by EirikB via flickr]

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This poem is featured as part of the 2009 A Poem A Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by WITS that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click on the logo to the left to learn more.

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12 Responses to “Skateboard”

  1. Jim

    That’s pretty deep for a 7-year-old! What kind of skateboard is in that picture? It looks like a draven deck i used to have.

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