|   Spinning faster than the mind can stop...... | fred³
Mar 28, 2002 7:18 AM | | tearing eyes through muddy slop.
Bass drum heartbeat pounds the breast
another hill, another test.
Cold cut feet from frozen streams
sweating cubes of icy dreams.
Nostrils crispy caves of white
eyeballs glazed with snowy sight.
Winter fades to desired Spring
the mud will dry, birds will sing.
Heavy gloves and woolen hats
are soon replaced by tires fat.
A warming trend is all I want
but winters face just loves to taunt.
give me a dry blue sunny sky
Give me warmth and a place to ride. |
| much enjoyed, thanks fred! (nm) | davis
Mar 28, 2002 7:32 AM | | |
| Aaaaah, very nice. | Bikebreath
Mar 28, 2002 7:49 AM | | You make me think of DR1...and that's nice warming glow in my chest.
Bb, [ *sigh* ] |
| Kewl! ... | ®andyA
Mar 28, 2002 7:56 AM | | ... nice one Fred(poetic)³!
D@mn the winter, "Give me warmth and a place to ride" :p
Randy |
| Hey Fred! | AK Ken in Moab
Mar 28, 2002 8:41 AM | | It's me, AK Ken coming to you from the Moab Liberry. I rode my bike into town for breakfast and to look at all the cool jeeps that are gathered up for the big motorized Moab festival this week.
T shirt and shorts here, Bubba.
The White Rim trip was great.
Hope all the Passionistas are healthy and happy.
Later.
Ken
ps good poem |
| Hello Ken and good job Fred....... | Rev Bubba
Mar 28, 2002 11:53 AM | | As always, I enjoy your whimsy. |
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