I got bored polishing the bike so got on it, rode it, got back and wrote it.


Towards the sunset

As I ride towards the sunset
On my steed of black and gold
My leathers cracked and faded
Like their owner growing old

I still get the urge to ride
To hear the engine roar
My monster Harley that i own
Or should i say adore


To ride around the country lanes
Or cruise the motorways
To feel the wind caress the skin
On glorious sunny days

Theres nothing can compare to it
Or the thrill that it imbibes
Unleashed this throbbing metal beast
Creates a fantasy of rides.




Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2005-12-16 at 11:28

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Black Knight
YEAH!!!
H.D. is real metal beast! I have one too, and I adore to ride it.
The one who never tried, never will understand...
2005-12-16


ANUPAM
a very nice rhythmic poem
2005-12-16



another fantastic write ,,,very well done Eddy
2005-12-16