Road Scribes Of America ™ 2012

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There Is A Light On

Her grey and seasoned asphalt beckons to my soul Inviting me to hop on board making my life full This mistress that I’ve grown fond of puts on quite a show Her curvy lines, some smooth, some rough Who knows how far she’ll go? Enticing me to give a twist Her lure I can’t avoid It somehow seems she gets a kick as with me, she has toyed She’s taken me to wild places lookin’ for a thrill Upon her back, feelin’ good She never tells me “Chill” Her long and slender legs stretch in front of me taking me to wondrous places setting my heart free Her seduction has me yearning For more of what I lust So I’ll stay late, enjoying it way on past the dusk Guess I better head back home underneath the moon As I start to turn around she whispers “ya’ll come back real soon” © Rod Hatter- RSOA ™ 2012

Go For It Gotta pay your dues in this life There's no easy way to go Have to take your share of roadrash Out there on the road The only way to get anywhere In this messed up life Is to get your Bike in gear And leave the past behind © Sorez Road Scribes of America ™

A Prayer In The Wind how I wish I could lean into you rest my head against your back listen - listen to the road to recharge feel your strength inside my heart how I wish we could ride the wind again © shadow-wolf (MSWM) 3.21.2013 RSOA (TM) 2012

Rust In The Wind

There's a light on in the universe For a sweet soul heading home. She will stop for short goodbyes For her spirits now her own. She was feisty when her feet dug in She knew when to back away, She backed down to no one though Before she had her say. Tragedy was a constant friend, In a lifetime sometimes cruel, She picked up life when sadness ended Yvonne always knew life's rules. I knew her in the happy times Some thirty years ago, I knew her in the sad times We were good friends you know. She left us all to soon, Life said she couldn't stay, God lit a lamp across the universe So she could find her way Fred Steele © 2017 Road Scribes of America ™

Ashes to ashes Rust to rusty Surprised that I lived so long to get crusty All the wild times shared with my Pan certainly made me a much wiser man Pan is now old or so I'm told both of us surely have grown some mold Scalp going bald Beard turning grey Pan, she has also seen much better days No use in raging guess it's just aging Both of us running Life's roads we're engaging Making the best of time we still have Fuel is the ointment Oil the suave Going down the road lightens our load Seeking adventures while we corrode Still, we enjoy taking in wind Wonderful pleasures Almost a sin So, I can't quit as on her I sit Pan's been so sweet! She's been a great fit Rust if she must Her I still lust We'll just keep riding Rust in the wind Panhead Rod - RSOA ™ A 2012

Riding On Ink and iron Spoke n words Grease and oil Two wheels turn Nuts and bolts A wrench a pen Biker Poets Until the end Tales be told Old fashion way Bikers code Lived each day Legacy left Behind in rhyme Sharing the miles Of our lives © Sorez RSOA ™

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