By Wayne Harvey
Riding down the highway,
Collecting my troubled thoughts,
Wondering where lam headed,
Always the fear of being caught,
Just me and my 61 inch,
Riding from town to town,
Furthering myself from city stinch,
And all the bullshit I found,
Always ready to move on,
To the next time I ride,
Just me and my knuckle,
And a heart full of pride,
Hoping soon to settle down,
A solid old lady and my loyal bike,
But I keep searching from town to town,
For a place to drive my spike.
Copyright © Wayne Harvey
The Ones Our Parents Warned Us Of
By; Wayne Harvey
Copyright © ShovelHead Poetry
A Biker enters the hospital,
As naive eyes stare at him,
A sense of Fear enters the room,
Like in the presence of the Original Sin.
He Nods and walks by,
Not caring of their idle stare,
He's on a Mission,
To see a Child who is unaware.
He presses the elevator button,
As Patrons quickly Vacated,
Not wanting in the same space,
Of this man who is under-rated.
He has a smile on his Face,
With a stuffed animal under his arm,
No, not for a sick family member,
But for a Child under Medical Harm.
His boots echoing the Halls,
Strolling through stares of disbelief,
Not even knowing that his presence,
Is there to help a CHILD out of Grief.
The *BIKER* does not know this CHILD,
But his HEART will Feel the TEARS,
For this Terminally ill Child of GOD,
Sitting Alone fighting Hidden Fears.
At first the child seems Nervous,
Until they have EYE contact,
The Child sees a Huge Man,
But FEELS his Friendship intact.
The Child is Raised to His Knee,
Still a little Apprehensive,
This is the Guy,Mom & DAD warned us about,
But this Man Doesn't seem OFFENSIVE.
A short while passes by,
Asking Questions of one another,
For A SHORT while, forgetting the TERMINAL problem,
Just a kid and a BIKER and his new found LiL'Brother.
These Short moments are Priceless,
For the CHILD and the MAN in BLACK,
As tears fills the Bikers eyes,
Praying to God He can come Back.
As the Biker wipes his eye's,
Trying to be Strong,
For His new Lil' Buddy,
For now his HEART does Belong.
I am A *BIKER* and a Man,
But the courage of this little CHILD,
Exceeds all limits of BELIEF,
Now My problems,seem so MILD.
Yes, I am a *BIKER* and a MAN,
But I can't Figure out,
Why this courageous CHILD,
Will soon Do With Out.
So Maybe next time you pass a *BIKER*,
Think of who He's there to see,
It could be YOUR CHILD,
That he RAISES on his KNEE.