Pressing down
Thrusting down
Hand gripped tight
Downwards
Upwards
Then down, and then up again
The wind blowing through my hair
The scent of spring gliding by
Exhilaration, my heart going faster
Nothing can stop me now
Warm cool evening
With the top down
Driving a five speed soft top Jeep is a blast!
Patricia Gale
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/exhilaration-2/
