Dedicated to my Grandmama Fisher who inspired me to write it.
~~ The Driveway~~
The adventure always began at the summit—the quick hike to the top made the task all the more alluring.
There were dangers involved of course—several obstacles stood in our way.
Our path had to be certain, our destiny was held in its grasp.
The hurdles seemed impossible—we thought our flight was not to be.
We struggled on—trying and re-trying our route with treacherous outcomes meeting us with despair. Our crimson lifeline was lessened from time to time, scars still present reminded us of those failures.
We pressed on—certain we would descend from our zenith with victory at last.
Our ride had arrived—the glorious moment had come to fruition, we hurriedly climbed aboard.
Swerving we flew past the first crevice –zaggedly missing the menacing chasm.
Picking up speed we leaned far to the right, hitting the second fissure with surety, solidly avoiding another awaiting disaster.
Rapidly our momentum built to a peak.
One more snag stood in the way of the perfect flight.
The end loomed nearer as we hit our maximum speed. We had to decrease our quickness at just the right moment.
We dug in our heels—the gravel went flying - we stopped only inches from the scalding tar drive.
The flawless driveway flight was accomplished; our green Scamp skateboard had been a wonderful steed.
The quest to conquer became complete—a Euphoric feeling oozed from our ecstatically beating hearts.
Still—the driveway would rise to challenge us another day.