Description
Twas the night before Skatemass, and all through the land,
The parks stood in silence, the boards gently fanned.
No wheels were a-turning, no tricks in the air,
The streets lay deserted, the ramps without care.
The skaters were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of kickflips danced in their heads.
Their decks were all polished, their trucks good as new,
Awaiting the dawn, when the first light broke through.
For Skatemass was near, the most sacred of days,
When skaters of all kinds unite in their praise.
It’s a time to remember, a time to reflect,
On the love of the ride, and the paths we’ve all trekked.
The city lay quiet, the concrete at rest,
As the spirit of Skatemass stirred in the West.
