Richard Hall

Heaven's Rider

To them who see us passing by
on horses made of steel,
They give a look, a glance, a stare
but for them they cannot feel.
It is a feeling deep inside
that sets us from the rest,
A feeling only known to those
who ride upon the best.
The road is there to tell the tale
of the journeys that we've seen,
Of miles passed, of sunsets lost, the
Harley rider's dreams.
Today I shed a tear of sorrow
for a brother that has past,
But now he rides his HOG in heaven

His soul is free at last.

Bob Vaughan