Living for the lonesome roads, loving the highway, riding
throughout the U.S., seeing our beautiful country, having
freedom filled with independence.
Nothing to interfere with life at all when riding down the
lonesome freeway of life, poetry and music making it all
worthwhile.
Living fully every moment that I can, nothing to stop me
except death peering over my shoulder constantly, while
I continue to ignore it, not ready to succumb to it yet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
FREEDOM FILLED WITH INDEPENDENCE - that's a prize phrase and sums up the lure, excitement and sheer abandon of this highly American expression. Your poem replaces all the stale air with fresh air!