A poem about Skateboarding

Flying through the air,
wheels beneath me,
sky above me.
Pushing off to speed,
riding up the ramp,
transition to a rail.
The feel of skating,
the rush of adrenaline,
the joy of landing that hard earned trick.
Dropping into vert,
riding up and into the heavens,
180 back to earth,
across the world,
just the skateboard and me.
I can do anything,
as long as I have my skateboard beneath me,
I can conquer the world,
move mountains,
ride on water,
just for fun.

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