| Riding With The Wind |
| The thunder of deep rumbling engines Many, many engines, sighing, waiting All arrayed together in a gaggle of colorful metal Poised to take flight Like a giant flock of mechanical birds of prey They preen and growled in the early morning At some unknown signal The first sprang to life The throttles roared with joy And the group gathered its energy Speeding off into the mist The primal sound filled the air as the humans who piloted them released their spirits to the beasts Blurring green trees, misty ponds and leaves All flew by as the miles melted away I sat astride a mythical beast And felt my pulse in my groin I gave myself up to the ride My pilot rode with grace and assurance for he knew his control was absolute He was in command of this chariot of chrome and paint and rubber And I but a willing prisoner |