Freedom lives on two wheels.

  Freedom lives on two wheels.       Soaring on silver winged tips spitting amber across the moonlit sky   Cresting every valley, peaking every winding twisty.   Four wheel onlookers coming up the road   Their hearts...

The Memories

The Memories         Death’s particular smell lingers about   Hangs on a letter, hidden carefully   Unseen and cloaked in a masculine stout   Mentally unwound he trudges woefully   Scared and alone he wanders...