Riders
Riders
Rumble and thunder,
here they come,
no one dare, ask...
from where.
The bikes, their trikes...
their toys for adventure,
seen on the horizon,
like a storm.
Freedom in their banners,
their plates made of;
gold, silver... winged,
Indians'
and Victory'
at hand.
Harley and friends,
well-represented,
in all the land.
Real men, and tough chicks,
enjoying the ride...
like cowboys on the range,
like speeding clouds
in the sky.
Hard rock, no rock,
just talk, or real...
the real deal?
(Heroes?) Whispered...
Depends on the banners,
and the men and women
that hold them up,
---high.
Pray, friends,
and remember...
to always love Our Country,
and American Pie.
Ann Foster
BooksbyAFoster.com
Have a truly blessed day!
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