Ghosts - The Motorcyclist Poem by Paul Warren

It was a fine South Australian day in the April sun
The police motorcyclist's morning run had just begun
He was always a careful rider but this day was different
From the other direction at a speed that was significant
Was a fast moving car approaching the corner far too wide
And it collided with the motorcyclist and he quickly died

Time moved on and the stories of a lone motorcyclist grew
Who would appear on the highway just as needed too
She had been driving trying to make her way home
Working late she was tired and was travelling alone
The bend up ahead seemed easy to navigate around
And she hit it hard leaving the road rolling over the ground

She lay trapped bleeding in the crashed upside down car
Needing help her frantic cries weren't getting very far
Then she heard the engine noise of the motorcycle approach
And it stop near and she cried for help again with no reproach
She heard the gravel crushed under his boots as he was near
He heard him softly say 'I will get you out - you shouldn't fear'

So as gently as he could he purposely lifted her from the wreck
He was soothing her with his voice being careful to check
To ensure that he wouldn't cause her any further harm
Finally he took a dressing out the car wrapping her broken arm
He made her as comfortable as her possibly could
And left telling her that he would get help as he would

Shortly afterwards an ambulance came to rescue her in the plan
They had a telephone call but they didn't know the motorcyclist then
There were other stories told of the police motorcyclist rescuing
Motorists on the highway when safety was for all to be ensuing
Sometimes it was nothing more than changing a tyre when needed
But the motorcyclists legend grew with each incident that was reported

If you were to take a trip along the long lonely highway
Know that if you meet with mishap along this way
Whether it is an accident, breakdown or flat tyre
And you are stranded in danger in a terrible mire
That a guardian angel will find and see you right
Then after saving you he'll ride off out of sight.

© Paul Warren Poetry