Bikers Poems

WIND IN THE FACE STYLE -- GRACE STEEL, CHROME, LEATHER HANGING TOGETHER THE SOUND -- LIKE A SMILE FROM WITHIN - I GRIN SUNSHINE OR SHOWERS I WON'T TRADE THOSE HOURS RIDING - JUST FEELING FREE IT'S IMPORTANT, I DO THIS FOR ME. MOUNTAIN, DESERT, CITY OR PLAIN RIDES ALL THE SAME I'M RIDIN - I'M HIGH I'M STILL GETTING BY FUCK IT - I'LL RIDE TIL I DIE!

A Bikers Prayer Unknown Author

May the sun rise in front of me.   May the rain fall behind me and the wind follow me.

May the angels of my brothers and sisters who have gone before me guard my travels, for they know the perils of the road ahead of me.

Keep me safe through the rough city streets on my way to the land of the swirling turns and rolling hills.

Let the turning colors of fall keep me warm. Let the eagle guide me to the mountain tops. Let the Moon's light guide me through the night.

May my tires not fail me, nor my engine grow old. May my bike draw life from the streams I pass.

Keep my seat soft and my mind sharp. Let the air of spring breathe life into my soul, to journey to another adventure beside my brothers and sisters.

The Last Ride ©Copyright 2003 (RoadHog/RoadHog's Pig Pen™) All Rights Reserved

I stood and I watched as my Brother rode by

It wasn't the way it should be

He rode not his bike, but in a long black cage

And he rode by himself not with me.

But I shed not a tear for this Brother of mine

For he lived free and loved his lifestyle

So ride on my Brother and rest in peace

Till we meet again after while

And when my time comes to take that last ride

You can bet it'll be with a smile

Cause I love to ride and I'll be going home

So I'll enjoy it to the very last mile

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