Tuesday, May 26, 2009
My Harley
There is something special about my Harley
She was the One for me
I remember the day I walked into the showroom floor
I had been there many times before
And couldn’t make up my mind
Then the day came
My inheritance came
So I went to the dealership
And I saw her
And I bought her
Now I feel free every time I mount her
Every time the wind is in my face
When I am freezing
When I am sunburned
When I have traveled 700 miles
When I am alone
When I am riding two-up
I am free
and happy
Today I rode
and I smiled
I stopped
and I loved
I shared
and I was full
There is something about my Harley
that is therapy
for me
and for others
I look forward to many more sessions.
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