Harleys

(An tribute to my WLA Harleys)

There are lots of Harleys on my mind
Fat ones, black ones, chrome and bright
They've been riding through my mind
Since I was twenty and Walla number one 

was found in a rubbish heap

I rebuilt that Walla with love over years
and since then there have been plenty

But no one rode a Harley
In the year nineteen seventy

In those days I rode alone
cos a Harley was rubbish 

.... in those days I rode alone 

among the Kwaka triples
and the Honda fours

But now the Harley is supreme
and everywhere I look
a Harley can be seen
I even have a WLA on my shelf
to remind me of my love

And every day I wonder
Can my aching hips still
let me ride again?
Can my mangled wrist
Still grip the throttle and twist?

Do I dare to ride again?
To feel the wind
Above the thump
of the wondrous double pump.

Oh dare I? Could I try?.....
.... do it once again? 

© Ian Croft February 2019