Rode the motorcycle, it relaxes me.
The scent of fall is all around us.
The day had a hint of summer.
It was a pass through heaven.
The road was called Route 107.
The routes became convoluted.
Stay focused stay the course.
Beauty was around everywhere you turned.
Saw the outrageous view, through the little town.
Rode with vibrant wheels, rubber was side down.
Saw an old, new friend.
Down the driveway I drove, he waits at the end.
Memories of Wrigley field still inside of you.
He gave me a tour around, barn full of life.
Keep out the fox hound.
A sewing machine in the man cave was found.
There was a slide on the slippery slope.
A breath of fresh air filled with hope.
Sat awhile, to talk, Tough roots run deep.
Left with a token gift, love grape jelly.
Colors were bright, smell the cool rains.
The breezes carry winter to us.
Humid, the leaves drop to the weight of Fall.
Continued riding found the Lazy Lion Cafe.
Had to sit to collect my thoughts on paper
A cold beer washed them down.
I was passing by but I'm glad I did.
Richard Orszulak 10/17/12