Roller Coaster: a Poem
As a lifelong reader and writer, Liz writes articles and poetry. She also enjoys watching and reviewing movies.
Hang on Tight!
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Coasting
Eager anticipation;
hint of trepidation.
Hang on tight
for dear life
Start the climb,
hold your breath.
No, breathe in slow…
Feeling of heaviness
shoving you down.
Then crest the hill
in dizzying fall
Breath expels
an involuntary scream
of release.
Round and through;
in and under you speed.
Madness for a moment,
but all too soon it ends.
Shall we
ride again?
About This Poem
All my life I've loved roller coasters. When my daughters and I would visit amusement parks, we'd ride all the coasters; oftentimes, more than once around.
When it was still affordable, we'd buy season tickets to the park, and that way, we could take multiple trips during the year, with a single focus each day: no pressure to race about trying to fit in all the rides. We'd say, "Today, we're just going to ride coasters," or "this time, we're going to go on all the 'get wet' rides." Sometimes, we'd have a day where we just went to take pictures
Later on, I learned about ACE: American Coaster Enthusiasts. As a group with a huge membership, they are not only about riding all types, but also about preserving the old historical wooden coasters.
If I had the budget for travel, I'd join them at Coaster Con, and for their events at various parks to ride coasters all the time!
The poem was originally written in July of 1988, and has received only one minor edit, in March of 2018.
© 2010 Liz Elias
Comments
Holle Abee from Georgia on May 24, 2010:
Great ride!
