Sports Poem

I am a simple man in my mid 50's that in the last 5 years began to write poetry. I am working on my personal book named " Poems of a Simple Man". I am an avid long distance motorcycle rider who has ridden in 48 states and seen a lot of America. This inspires some of my writing as well as regular life events.

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As a bike rider I can relate to this, when you're out there with your mates it's hard to explain, the freedom you feel, and at peace with your mind.

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The Biker's Road

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Published: May 2013

Raise the door or just take off the cover,
there she sits just waiting for us to hover.

Our first glance we know she waits,
just as our mind anticipates.

As we sit on the seat, a turn of the key,
we know for sure this is the way it should be.

Pull out the drive and head down the street,
whether we are alone or heading to a meet.

The direction that we take as the wind hits our face,
remember it's about the joy, not about winning a race.

The curves, the hairpins, or just the straights,
with every lean, there's just something about the path we take.

It's the feeling we get as we straddle of course,
a passion and a love upon that steel horse.

So as we roll along and feel the ground,
with every throttle twist taking in the sound.

Be aware of the others as your mind clears the load,
hoping they remember this too is "The Bikers Road".

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  • Castlemaine by Castlemaine
  • 5 years ago

As a bike rider I can relate to this, when you're out there with your mates it's hard to explain, the freedom you feel, and at peace with your mind.

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