Westernbiker
10-13-2014, 12:32 PM
Most of us have certain talents and or certain hobbies or things we like to do that not too many other people know about. Mine is writing. I write short stories and poems, Yea I know, the big bad biker/motorcycle enthusiast has a soft side, flame on! LMAO! Anyway, I thought I would share one with ya'll, if you like it, I will share more. I usually do not let others read what I write, as it is a very personal thing for me.
My real Name is Charles, I go by Chuck but my writing name is Carlos and my handle is Westernbiker.
The poem I have chosen is a true event that happened to my sister and her husband one day years ago while on a ride.
This poem goes to show that you NEVER know, when your time will be up.
My sister and her husband met a couple, Chuck and Becky one day while out riding their trike and here is the story of that day.
I sure hope you enjoy the read, as sad as it is.:icon_frown:
Let me know what you think of it.
WE LIVE AND WE DIE
TO CHUCK AND BECKY
We're born and we're loved,
we live and we die.
We take life for granted
and we never ask why.
A bike ride from the desert,
to the pines at seven thousand feet.
All the places we stopped,
all the people we meet.
We met a couple in a restaurant,
we had pulled in out of the rain.
We came up from the desert,
they had done the same.
We ate lots of food
and we laughed and we joked.
We must have been a sight,
the four of us were soaked.
Time passed quickly,
the rain had finally stopped.
It was time to get going,
up from the table we got.
We exchanged phone numbers,
as we walked out the door.
We talked by our bikes
and we laughed a bit more.
Follow us we said,
for as far as you can.
We'll wave bye at the intersection,
till we can meet again.
They were behind us,
but then we lost sight.
Their headlight disappeared,
in the black of the night.
We pulled over and waited,
but they never arrived.
Police cars blew by us,
in the blink of an eye.
Chills ran through us,
as we rode back up the hill.
A body lay covered,
someone was killed.
One of our friends,
that we just met that day,
got a call from above,
now he's on his way.
We take life for granted
and we never ask why.
We're born and we're loved,
we live and we die.
by Carlos
Author's Comments:
"THIS IS A TRUE STORY 7/16/05 TOLD BY MY SISTER EILEEN. SHE AND HER HUSBAND TIM WERE ON A MOTORCYCLE RIDE WHEN THE EVENTS THAT I HAVE JUST DESCRIBED HAPPEN TO THEM. THIS STORY THAT WAS TOLD TO ME, BROUGHT OUT THIS POEM. P.S. GOD BLESS YOU CHUCK, YOU WILL BE MISSED!"
My real Name is Charles, I go by Chuck but my writing name is Carlos and my handle is Westernbiker.
The poem I have chosen is a true event that happened to my sister and her husband one day years ago while on a ride.
This poem goes to show that you NEVER know, when your time will be up.
My sister and her husband met a couple, Chuck and Becky one day while out riding their trike and here is the story of that day.
I sure hope you enjoy the read, as sad as it is.:icon_frown:
Let me know what you think of it.
WE LIVE AND WE DIE
TO CHUCK AND BECKY
We're born and we're loved,
we live and we die.
We take life for granted
and we never ask why.
A bike ride from the desert,
to the pines at seven thousand feet.
All the places we stopped,
all the people we meet.
We met a couple in a restaurant,
we had pulled in out of the rain.
We came up from the desert,
they had done the same.
We ate lots of food
and we laughed and we joked.
We must have been a sight,
the four of us were soaked.
Time passed quickly,
the rain had finally stopped.
It was time to get going,
up from the table we got.
We exchanged phone numbers,
as we walked out the door.
We talked by our bikes
and we laughed a bit more.
Follow us we said,
for as far as you can.
We'll wave bye at the intersection,
till we can meet again.
They were behind us,
but then we lost sight.
Their headlight disappeared,
in the black of the night.
We pulled over and waited,
but they never arrived.
Police cars blew by us,
in the blink of an eye.
Chills ran through us,
as we rode back up the hill.
A body lay covered,
someone was killed.
One of our friends,
that we just met that day,
got a call from above,
now he's on his way.
We take life for granted
and we never ask why.
We're born and we're loved,
we live and we die.
by Carlos
Author's Comments:
"THIS IS A TRUE STORY 7/16/05 TOLD BY MY SISTER EILEEN. SHE AND HER HUSBAND TIM WERE ON A MOTORCYCLE RIDE WHEN THE EVENTS THAT I HAVE JUST DESCRIBED HAPPEN TO THEM. THIS STORY THAT WAS TOLD TO ME, BROUGHT OUT THIS POEM. P.S. GOD BLESS YOU CHUCK, YOU WILL BE MISSED!"