Riding my bike
Going down the road
Wind in my hair
Wind in my face
Miles upon miles ahead
No plans
Just ride
Sights pass by
As I ride along
My engine singing it's song
Adventure everywhere
New things to see
New people to meet
Or
Just me, my bike, and the open road
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Don’t forget the smell of fumes and fuel ⛽️!
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The feeling of freedom and open spaces without a plan or direction. Lovely
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Embracing nature, nice write
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Speaks to me of freedom. Lots to see and an adventure too. Nicely penned Tony.
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Wonderful poem Tony! 🙏❤️
Thank you Tristan
Freedom is worth having even if only for a short time.Good poem
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Such wonderful imagery Jim.
Andy
Thank you Andy
Freedom feels lovely on an old British motorbike .. it's been a while but I sure know that feeling .. 👍
Thank you Nevilie
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