Riding My Harley Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Shifting gears, soaring down the freeway on my Harley,
loving the freedom as my hair blows all over in the
hot wind here in Phoenix, Arizona.

Placing self in the middle of musical rhythms as the
miles accumulate and I pass landscapes quickly, catch-
ing sight of things, like speed reading nature as I ride.

Going into an empty desert, fulfilling the perfect sensa-
tions of all my senses, throttle opened fully, wanting to
express the liberation felt from the Harley beneath me.

Sitting in the seat of control, totally enjoying feelings
of strength and inner courage flowing quickly and enhance-
ing my entire being.

Grasping onto rhythms poetically as I ride down the free-
way of this temporary life, nothing to interfere with my
joy and happiness right now.