What is freedom
who really knows
I once knew a man that knew
He would climb on his Harley
And he would roll.
His long hair would flow behind
His eyes would smile behind dark Oakleys
The muscles on his forearms rippling
On the handlebars.
Riding the rolling thunder
Like some ancient Norse God.
His middle finger extended and
Raised high showing his contempt
For the finer things
Of a civilized world
That he cared nothing about.
Nothing mattered to him.
only the freedom of the open road
Held his attention.
A free spirit indeed though he was
Is an understatement.
Bigger than life he was known as The Animal.
Yet a kinder more loving man you would
Be hard pressed to find.
A gentle giant who embraced the freedom
His Harvey gave him,
He would never have left this world
Any other way.
11/18/14
Alton Texas
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