Soothing interior nerves, troubled and frayed from pain
and being in the hospital again.
Now, however, the day after getting out, sitting here at
the Hideaway, having a good time in the midst of many,
many bikers.
All accepting me as one of them, lending an ear, giving
a smile, enjoying one another's company.
Meeting, being strangers when entering, now all being
friends, of one mind, loving the freedom we have here in
the United States Of America.
Band playing loudly, saxophone sounding really great,
people dancing and tapping their feet in time with the
music.
Total pleasure filling my soul as I sit and write of all
that I am seeing and experiencing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem