My wish!

My Wish(by Folma) Another poem by Folma. As I daydream bout days gone by, of warm summer days upon my hog we would fly. Of the Sweet Painted lady her heart and soul, and for just one more ride, even if out in the cold. With memories of runs under the stars, and the brotherhood from both near and far. The soulful haunting note from pipes so open, the feeling of freedom that's so good for my soul. The helmetless runs, with the wind in our hair, for the rest of the world, we could not care. Our intentions are clear, for the highways we roam, just a few more miles before we must turn to head home. Riding the open road gives us so much pleasure, machine and rider, at one together. Through mountainous ranges and across open plains, down coastal highways, even when in the rain. For our friendships' we'd put our lives on the line, unlike others who'd sell ya out for a dime. Jammin the highways with our friends is a true bikers lot, For it is our curse, like it or not. To soar with the eagles is the thing i most yearn, for the friendship of brothers is something you earn. To build such machines with heart and soul, for blood sweat and tears is just part of the toll. As I ride down the highway alone tonight, with bugs in my teeth, oh what a delight, the road oh does beckon, the spur is so near, Oh for one more time with you my dear.           Written January 15th, 2002 © on Jan 14 2002 06:38 PM PST   0 • 10