Poetry By Chuck



When I ride, its as if the wind is the music in my heart.
I ride into it and feel its beat, entrancing me.
I'm one with the bike, and it with me.
Together we all ride.....free.

The terrain passes with little effect.
I rarely see even the most beautiful of it.
My mind is set in the many miles.
Time passing quickly, my face a smile.

It's an obsession I know, and I agree.
It will probably be the end of me.
But, until that happens I do know,
I will ride with the wind and live in its flow.


God Bless America

Our Home Sweet Home...





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