that grew in the concrete

and the caged bird sings?

Both poems seem to mean

different things, but are yet very

similar to the theme. Growing without

fear is something humans must do,

but some do not care and stay caged by their fear forever and some grow

without people even knowing.

He proceeded through the ravine

surrounded by trees and glimpses of the bright evening

The whole time his companion carried a wild familiarity

On a level of odd looking short jerkins

of a similar style

the face set off a stout old gentlemen

He wore a laced doublet and high heeled shoes

The whole group reminded an old Flemish

which had been the time of the settlement

The scene which echoed like rumbling peals of thunder

His companion suddenly stared at him within

His companion made signs upon fear and silence

tippy, and adrenaline-inducing

The danger it carries through the midst

A dirt bike, like a horse riding through the mountains

A dirt bike just like the day time sky blending in so well

so dirty, brown, muddy, and smelling like gasoline.

Dirt bike, you are so dirty yet clean.

The muddy grit of the rain and hordes of zombies tremble through your mind as you loot the next station for just a measly box of nails or a damaged raincoat. Before you know it you are back on the coast to fulfill another DAYZ run.

Dirty ,fast, and very fun​

People get in trouble and then people criticize good people.​

It smells like motor oil and gas​

No taste​

The dirt bike is like riding on a blazing dragon through the hills.​

I crashed one and almost died but survived.​

The smooth, sleek body  is like silk.​

It rips through the hills and speeds through sand​

Dirt bike​