ROADPOETS OF THE WIND

( or BROTHERS and SISTERS PAST )

By K. Peddlar Bridges, Bikerpoet Laureate.

Maybe it's my age or perhaps it's just the miles behind me, but, sometimes I think of the Brothers and Sisters, that through the years, I've ridden with and I've ridden beside, The Brothers I've wrenched with and The Sisters I've Danced with. Brothers and Sisters, who have ridden their share of this life's miles and have passed, and hopefully are waiting to Ride and Dance with me once again in Roadpoet Heaven. I like to think there is a whole chapter of Roadpoets there waiting for me ... a chapter called ... The Roadpoets of the Wind. I can see the faces of the Brothers and the Sisters and the loved ones there. I remember their names, their rides, the little quirks, that made them ... them. There are Brothers and Sisters and loved ones there too, that I have never met. But, I know them also, through the stories and the memories of those who love and miss them. Broken hearted mothers, Steadfast fathers, who stand strong, but the tears in the corner of their eyes betray their veneer.

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