I curl up in my chair
Closing my eyes
And think of your ride
How it must have felt
With that iron horse roaring beneath you
Wind in your face
Sun at your back
Feeling that freedom that only comes from riding
And I long to be with you
On the back of your bike
Feeling it all with you
Opening my eyes
Seeing the snow piled up out side my window
Slowly ever so slowly melting away
Aching for the day
I can ride and be free
Like you, my friend, Breeze
So when you ride today
And we both know you will
Take me with you
In your mind
If you would be so kind
Just take me for one last ride....

SWEET....

wow--so good

Humm nice ride girl

Nice one Poet.

nice poem

Very Sweet

WOW!!!! you are so cool. What a talent you have with your words, it's
just amazing.
Thanks Jenni you made my day. It's raining now but on my next ride you
will be with me if only in spirit. Feel the fury of the fatboy between
your legs ;)
I call it the grape ape but the guys I ride with call it barney, I think
they just like pulling my chain.
Thanks again my dear friend.

Nut...thank you for takin me with ya on the next ride.Glad ya enjoyed
the words