This is another one of my Harley poems, hope its to everyone's liking:
HARLEY RIDE
Sun is setting,
Clouds rolling in,
A ride at night,
About to begin.
The Harley sits,
Waiting for its rider,
The wind howling,
It is speed getting higher.
The Harley sits,
And the rider,
Does not come.
This Harley ride,
Will be left undone,
For the rider is gone.
Only the Bike remains,
Being weathered,
And beaten by the rain.
Sun is setting,
Clouds rolling out,
A right at night,
Had come to its end.
©Copyright September 7, 2002 by Danielle N. Calhoun
I never thought of that, Ma. Good idea!
I have not ridden on a Harley since I was about 13 years old. My father used to sit me on the back and away we went.
Sadly, because of my physical handicap, and not enough money to get one special made, I shall always remain a passenger.
HARLEY RIDE
Sun is setting,
Clouds rolling in,
A ride at night,
About to begin.
The Harley sits,
Waiting for its rider,
The wind howling,
It is speed getting higher.
The Harley sits,
And the rider,
Does not come.
This Harley ride,
Will be left undone,
For the rider is gone.
Only the Bike remains,
Being weathered,
And beaten by the rain.
Sun is setting,
Clouds rolling out,
A right at night,
Had come to its end.
©Copyright September 7, 2002 by Danielle N. Calhoun
I never thought of that, Ma. Good idea!
I have not ridden on a Harley since I was about 13 years old. My father used to sit me on the back and away we went.
Sadly, because of my physical handicap, and not enough money to get one special made, I shall always remain a passenger.