HARLEYS AND HIGHWAYS:

Oh for those windswept halcyon days,

Of Harleys, rock & hemp-lined byways,

Wind in hair & black leathered thigh,

Beyond my vision, just wide blue sky.

The throbbing thrush of engine´s purr,

Tattooed wolf of drooling fang & fur,

Hot tarmac, highway route of sixty six,

 Cacti & tumbleweed out in the sticks.

Scents of dust & warm revving fuel,

Just man, machine, love, life & duel,

Passing corn fields & red grazing cattle,

Man & elements in both love & battle.

Occasional ranch with red roofed barns,

Washing tired face in snow melted tarns,

Bourbon quaffed in horse-town diners,

Punch-ups leaving great mauve shiners.

Leather boots, throttle & the country song,

Where´s time gone, has it been that long?

Oh for those windswept & halcyon days,

Of Harleys, rock & hemp-lined byways.