Joy ride

The car window goes down.
wind whistling through my long lengthily hair,
Ear buzzing like a bumble bee.
Enjoying the cool breeze as we zoom down the road.

As the wind gets stronger,
by the speed of the car.
What a joy ride it is.
wanting to do this more often.

Feeling like a spring bug
floating through the air.
This is what a day of fun
Feeling light as a feather

Other vehicles seem to be standing still
Stop i yell your going to fast
as we slam on the breaks.
A screeching halt do we become

As we arrive back home
hair looks like a rat nest
but what a joy it was to be free.
Buzzing ear just wont stop!!!

The windows go up,
lock it up I hear.
The joy is over for now
Oh well soon to be another joy.