Two-thousand and sixteen in sixteen lines, four words

Loud and fast times with friends.

Earned the name "The Usual Suspects"

Fires burned bright inside and out.

This year there are only physical scars and awesome stories to tell


Blown away we we were by the talent we found

Everyone found a new skill

Heaven, for some, was found on earth

I was left in awe by the others' aptitude and skill

Never left in the dust, we all raced for glory

Driving as if the machines were part of us


Motocross, ATV, Snocross, and more

One person conquered them all

Vehicles and riders were pushed to their limits

Even when the odds were stacked


Our team shined bright

Never losing our spirit or focus, leading the way into Two-thousand seventeen


This poem is about: 
My family
My community


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