I thought it was the wind
Roaring like a lion
Dressed in golden helmet
With goggled eyes
And
Silver streaked body
Glimmering in the spot light
Of morning sun...
Until it...fast moving thing
Braked to a halt at the red light
And I saw it was you
And your Honda
Travelling south!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dorothy-Wow! I just had to peek at this one, and boy, is it an exciting write! Some one would publish that, no doubt Great write. kate