Push: A skate poem

Push

Harder

Push

Faster

Pilots tame the sky

Surfers tame the sea

Skaters tame the land

They roll radically

Every beautiful scar, flip, and thrill

It’s ecstasy without the pill

It’s a fervent fever trick

That makes me love being sick

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Push

Stronger

Push

Farther

Balance, lean, swerve, pop

Shred, crash and never stop

Scrape the ground and do it again

What is it?

The wispy wind, where be it come

The smooth turn of wheels

The flip of wood below your heels

It is freedom

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Push

Furious

Push

Free

It’s never how hard you fall

In Life they’re abundant to meet

It’s the way you grab the board

The force you set into your feet

Sharp turns and smooth swerves

Shredded pipes bowls and curbs 

To skate is to breathe the air others dream

To skate is to be free