The blacktop called for white chalk
And yellow, pink and blue;
With pathways curving round and signs
That told us what to do.
We skated round in curves and spins
A roller skating dance
And banked to left and right again
To form a sporting chance.
The cars drove through; the trucks and vans
While drivers smiled and cheered.
And we performed a Circus Troupe
On wheels both safe and feared.
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 