Ride a bush track
On my motorcycle not looking back
For the freedom feel
Makes for a good deal
You look at the scenery
There's always something to see
The corrugations bounce me around
Up and down as my back takes a pound
How I long for those youthful days
When having fun you'd say
Was just ride in the sun
Freedom was the word not out done.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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