RIDERS
                 
ART BY JIM



Poetry by: Mountainman Poetry by: Mountainman



Riders of the wind and rain
No one knows if you feel the pain,
In your leathers and Levis in grease stain
Citizens say 1%'s are totally insane.
 
But like the eagle flies, free
On the open highway from sea to sea,
Just my Bro's and me
Seems like the only way to be.
 
Partying wild or swilling beers
You look to your Bros, your peers,
Your one old lady, only knows your fears.
At this rate you'll probably exist a thousand years.
 
In the morning sun you look at those wheels
Then slowly mount that iron and steel,
You hold those bars until once again you feel
How lucky you're not in a cage behind a wheel.