6-28 the Ride

Out there on the Harley, hair streaming in the wind Heading for a picnic in the hills Surely is the ideal place, for clearing of the mind Far away from housework, and the bills My love is on behind me, having full trust in my ride She hugs me round the middle, oh so tight Swinging round the bends, as we climb the mountain side So few things there are, could feel more right We stop atop a grassy knoll, the valley can survey The winter sun's long shadows on the ground Laying down a blanket, this surely is a day The full weight of contentment will be found As the sun drops in the west, is time to head on home Climb aboard the steed, and head on down Look forward to the next weekend, when once again we roam In the country, far away from any town