BMW_K75

312days until
Calendar's End

A gust of wind my mind
becomes as blown across

a moor
My random thought-full

crosses England-west to

east and south to north.
I rustle through the dark

brown heather of ages

old unbroken land, some

of me is splashing waves

against the hard-packed

Cornwall sand.

I came from North

America and crossed

the lonely sea.
Sights and sounds of my

own home I carried

here with me.
Full circle I will come

someday home safe

and soon and sound
with the fragrance of

the world to share

with family- all around.

I want to bring it all back

brick by bricks and

tree by trees

but my hands can't lift,

my legs can't carry only

my mind is like the breeze.
Thank-you Dad and mom

for everything; I love you

more than I can show
The only way

to give my love;
one day I will come home.

1990 BMW K75 has just turned over 50,000 miles and is a joy to ride (let alone just sit on, as seen here)

(60k)

David Storlie,

Nov 13, 2009 11:21 AM

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