THE HAWK
Like the hawk
that sails
through the wind
as the lines
on the road
never seem to end.
We stand together
in a common dream
as we all meet
just to see
the red river flow
like the thunder
of the hogs
is all that you hear
down these trails
of great men's dreams.
As we soar
like the hawk
who is free
as we all unite
in a universal dream
a man and
his Harley
is what sets
us free.
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