Hello, 'feather. The new moon is near.
And I Remember
The road unwinds before me,
to some far place yet unseen
or familiar haunts so well known.
Across landscapes so windblown,
through weather fair or mean,
I ride, from sea to sea.
And I remember.
Redwood scents the air at dawn,
and the highway turns east at last,
climbing towards peaks above me.
The scenery is spread out for all to see,
like a nation’s history moving past,
here for the moment and then gone.
And I remember.
Carving turns through curves of stone,
rocky wonders on every side,
and the wind so cold and clear.
I’m so alive and far from fear,
out here your feelings can’t hide,
just you and the machine alone.
And I remember.
Past Tahoe’s crystal sheen,
and Reno’s lights at night,
I ride past the salt flats glare.
You have time to think out there,
doubting if you’ll ever get it right,
for the Fates can be so mean.
And I remember.
Midwestern cornfields fly by,
and those corn-fed gals I swear,
heart stealers one and all.
never to forget the loon’s lone call,
echoing in you, more then your share,
as the miles behind you fly.
And I remember.
Chi-town’s noise and congested hell,
and the hard looks from the cops there,
saying your not welcome so move on.
Passing empty steel mills and life gone,
like hollow ghosts of the past I swear,
their stories too well known to tell.
And I remember.
Climbing through the Appalachian folds,
winding roads through villages of old,
right out of the history books I’ve read.
Its here, history alive, not yet dead,
and the road dares you to be a bit bold,
amid the autumn leaves like piled gold.
And I remember.
The Big Apple welcomes with grey walls,
and hard eyes and piles of garbage,
until you find the chilly grey sea.
Look all you want, and then let it be,
and turn away from the urban rage,
for the open road’s beckoning call.
And I remember.
The road unwinds before me,
to some far place yet unseen
or familiar haunts so well known.
Across landscapes so windblown,
through weather fair or mean,
I ride, from sea to sea.