Freedom - The Ride To The Flinders Ranges Poem by Paul Warren

I took a trip on my motorcycle
North-east of Port Augusta riding every mile
The warm autumn breeze was in my face
To ride on the highway at not a fast pace

We rode to Quorn an old country town
That used to service the railway in steam all around
Then through Hawker and into the Flinders Ranges
To Wilpena Pound to look at what was the pioneer's dangers

We camped for the night and had the campfire and million stars
As we laughed and joked into the night as fellowship went far
The next day we rode the gorges and saw aboriginal art in the hills
Bathing in a stream whilst the the water ran down the cliff spills

It was freedom and we dreamt of Easy Rider on the highways
As we explored the sights and rode our our bikes on the byways
I remember this time and the freedom that I felt
And want to feel it again after the life that has dealt.

© Paul Warren Poetry