In Forest Green
Long shadows fall cool
across the twisting road
the curves out of view
hidden by tall green trees
unseen birds are singing
their songs soft in the air
leaves a gentle rustle
blown by the slow breeze
a distant rumble heard
growing louder now
of something coming
towards me on the road
through the distant trees
bright chrome flashes quickly seen
and pure white flickers
fast coming down the road
bursting quickly into view
leaning into the curb
a rider all in white
on a chrome bike
piercing eyes of blue
auburn hair toss in the wind
the soft curves of the rider
straight lines of the bike
roaring as flashing by a
deafening the sound
the air barely stirrers
Jasmine and Rose fills the breeze
going quickly by
turning with the curve
in a moment done
as the rumble fades away
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