The Road Trip

One of the poems we were taught in junior school, was the old classic "Sea Fever" by John Masefield - where he laments about his yearning to go back to the sea again.


A landlubber by nature - I get the longing often enough to blow the nonsense accumulating in my head and become one with my Creator and the open road.


Here follows a great poem and artwork - not mine, but all credit to Shamus Deyo who wrote this in February 2015 and the biker art is from a collection by Dave Mann - please check out the websites links!



​A Bikers Tale


There's nothing like the Feel
Of two wheels and the power
Between your Legs, The Pounding
Of two Cylinders, as the engine Revs.

Wheeling through snaking roads
Surrounded by Sunlight and trees
The intense smell of fallen leaves
On a cool nights ride. Feeling free

Blasting down a two lane road.
Rolling into a small town, you
Hear the Bikes Rumble, as you
Shift down, and throttle off the gas

The roar of your bikes sound, as
It bounces off the passing buildings.
You're out of town past the Last street light
As the Stars unfold in the stark black night

The feel of the wind's a sweet taste of freedom
Content for the silence and the Bike motors hum.
As an old Biker the ride is Past, but the feel of
The wind Flowing past my face, and the pound
Of the Motors sound, still be mine, Till my Day is Done


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