Kurt Philip Behm Poet Rhyme

A Motorcycle and Leather Bag

A motorcycle and leather bag,
life seemed so perfect then

When everything I cared about…
my backseat was for them

The world was such a smaller place,
ideas grandiose

To wander aimlessly I did,
and never be morose

The road became my staunchest friend,
new places passing by

Those girls I met, the love I spent,
the promise in their eyes

That special place my memory held,
for years now time sets free

A motorcycle—a leather bag,
and all that was to be

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

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Darlene De Beaulieu July 14, 2019 at 5:41 PM Hello Kurt Phillip Behum, oh the motorcycle, exciting to be on the back seat,roaming down the road, with the wind blowing on your back. Oh..how i miss it so. have a nice evening my friend. Darlene De Beaulieu July 18, 2019 at 6:28 PM Oh kurt, this book you have written sounds interesting. I missbeig on the motorcycle, my husband and travelled a lot on the motorcycle. Now that is is passed i think of those days being on the motorcycle. Miss it so. Have a nice evening my friend. Kurt Philip Behm July 14, 2019 at 6:41 PM Thanks Darlene, I still have both. I wrote a novel years ago 'Searching For Crazy Horse' about my 40+ years of Motorcycle Touring the Rockies.