The Thanksgiving Rider

Thanksgiving is many things to American motorcyclists. Hopefully they all take time to thank their Maker for the ride


Clouds roll in and block the blue,
Brisk breezes stiffen mornings’ hue;
Dead leaves remain of summers’ hope-still
hearts aflame ‘ with harvest’s thrill

Breath of life and helping hands are near,
Each day begins afresh with cheer;
Despite the rain or gloom, I choose to ride,
Defeating doubts – I cast aside.

Another year designed is coming to a close,
Blessings cry replacing loved ones in repose-
Thanksgiving to the Maker our souls sing;
Riding Fatboys, Furys and a trailing Triumph touring – to Him bring.


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One Response to “The Thanksgiving Rider”

  1. philosophermouseofthehedge Says:

    Hope somewhere the roads are clear and you are riding free this holiday

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