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My Friends Poem

dav1965dav1965 Member Posts: 26,543 ✭✭✭
edited July 2018 in General Discussion
1st one I've written in awhile
Guess you write what you feel

Come Get It
By Bob ?Bikerwolf? Bryant

Got the Bike out for a ride today
The solo type to blow troubles away
All types of thoughts filling my head
The biggest one ?When will America be dead??

The angrier I got the faster the bike rolled on
Just a long haired Biker jammin? a highway alone
I thought about the shape the USA is in
I again cranked the throttle knowing her destruction is from within

Stopped down by the river to burn my last smoke
Thought about people burning our flag, like it?s a sick joke
Thought about how they want to take my guns
And most of my money so there?s none left for fun

They want to take my heritage and own my soul
But Brother let me tell you that mess is getting old
I looked down in shame at the way they want to do away with God
Then I raised my head and gave him a nod

I laid my helmet on the ground and unbound my hair
Hit the black ribbon feeling free and smiling without a care
Cause if what they?re looking are Patriotic rivals
Then let them try to take our guns and our Bibles
Copyright 7/27/15 All Rights Reserved

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  • dav1965dav1965 Member Posts: 26,543 ✭✭✭
    edited November -1
    Making A Difference
    By:

    A back country road, A crippled old church
    Scoot parked in the shade of mammoth old Birch
    Ridin? the wind, his heart cold as ice
    Thought this a good place to rest for the night

    The ragged old church all weathered and worn
    He knew it was built, years before he was born
    He wondered how many hypocrites had walked through it?s doors
    Had cast not just one stone, but one and many more.

    He lit him a smoke, and started a fire
    Un-strapped his bedroll, took a look at his tires
    Satisfied that the rubber, was still showing tread
    He sat down to rest, lit another for his head

    He stared at the church, as the smoke filled his mind
    Bringing back demons from roads left behind
    He rose to his feet, headed to the church
    That sat in the shade of the mammoth old Birch

    The doors were missing so he walked on in
    Wondered are old bikers welcome, let out a grin
    Through broken glass, days last light shined
    He thought to himself, nothing much left behind

    The only thing left that had not paid times cost
    At the front of the church, was a solid wooden cross
    It was just barely hanging on the ragged old wall
    Never less it was hanging, as if it just wouldn?t fall

    The old road tramp notice that the demons in his soul
    Seemed to have backed off, and his heart felt less cold
    For the first time in years he didn?t feel so lost
    As he stood there looking at that old wooden cross

    He saw an old photo in the corner on the ground
    He walked over to it, picked it up as he kneeled down
    In the picture was a young man, an old bike and seedling Birch
    Standing beside A beautiful new church

    The old biker was amazed as he muttered ? Well, I?ll be ?
    He recognized the scoot as being from the year twenty three
    He flipped the old photo, there was writing on the back
    The first thing to catch his eye was a signature ? Reverend Jack ?

    The old biker laughed before he started to read
    Partially at the photo, more so from the weed
    He glanced once again at the battered front wall
    He was truly amazed at the cross that wouldn?t fall

    He turned his attention again to the words on the back
    The ones he knew that were written by ?Reverend Jack ?
    It Read,
    To my side is my brand new church
    In my hand, a seedling birch
    I plant this tree for the simple reason
    It will grow tall and strong throughout the seasons

    Birch is a strong wood, as is my faith
    It will stand tall for many a day
    It is also the reason I used it to build my cross
    So it will last, for souls that are lost

    For I know that one day, a wanderer like I used to be
    Will seek the shade of a mighty tree
    I want him to feel at home if he enters my church
    Therefore I?m planting this young seedling birch

    May it give him the shade that he needs
    As he seeks relief from the days heat
    If this traveler?s soul should be lost
    May he enter my church and see the wooden cross

    Let him know it was built for him
    So that his future will not look grim
    As he rides away may he always think back
    Of the shade and cross supplied by ? Reverend Jack ?

    May this traveler let his past go
    Make amends with the demons filling his soul
    Realize that God?s on his side
    If in his heart, he?ll just abide

    Now take care my brother
    As you go on your way
    Just always remember
    What ? Brother Jack ? Had to say


    The old biker slept, peacefully that night
    As he realized Reverend Jack was right
    Next morning before he hit the wind
    He emptied his weed with a big ol? grin

    He said ? Jack thanks for building that cross?
    ?It has saved, one more soul that was lost?
    ?Also thanks for planting that old birch for shade?
    In this old bikers life, a difference you?ve made?

    The leaves on the old birch blew as the biker hit the road
    As if ?Reverend Jack was saying ? God ride with ya bro?
  • dav1965dav1965 Member Posts: 26,543 ✭✭✭
    edited November -1
    A back country road, A crippled old church
    Scoot parked in the shade of mammoth old Birch
    Ridin' the wind, his heart cold as ice
    Thought this a good place to rest for the night

    The ragged old church all weathered and worn
    He knew it was built, years before he was born
    He wondered how many hypocrites had walked through it's doors
    Had cast not just one stone, but one and many more.

    He lit him a smoke, and started a fire
    Un-strapped his bedroll, took a look at his tires
    Satisfied that the rubber, was still showing tread
    He sat down to rest, lit another for his head

    He stared at the church, as the smoke filled his mind
    Bringing back demons from roads left behind
    He rose to his feet, headed to the church
    That sat in the shade of the mammoth old Birch

    The doors were missing so he walked on in
    Wondered are old bikers welcome, let out a grin
    Through broken glass, days last light shined
    He thought to himself, nothing much left behind

    The only thing left that had not paid times cost
    At the front of the church, was a solid wooden cross
    It was just barely hanging on the ragged old wall
    Never less it was hanging, as if it just wouldn't fall

    The old road tramp notice that the demons in his soul
    Seemed to have backed off, and his heart felt less cold
    For the first time in years he didn't feel so lost
    As he stood there looking at that old wooden cross

    He saw an old photo in the corner on the ground
    He walked over to it, picked it up as he kneeled down
    In the picture was a young man, an old bike and seedling Birch
    Standing beside A beautiful new church

    The old biker was amazed as he muttered " Well, I'll be "
    He recognized the scoot as being from the year twenty three
    He flipped the old photo, there was writing on the back
    The first thing to catch his eye was a signature " Reverend Jack "

    The old biker laughed before he started to read
    Partially at the photo, more so from the weed
    He glanced once again at the battered front wall
    He was truly amazed at the cross that wouldn't fall

    He turned his attention again to the words on the back
    The ones he knew that were written by "Reverend Jack "
    It Read,
    To my side is my brand new church
    In my hand, a seedling birch
    I plant this tree for the simple reason
    It will grow tall and strong throughout the seasons

    Birch is a strong wood, as is my faith
    It will stand tall for many a day
    It is also the reason I used it to build my cross
    So it will last, for souls that are lost

    For I know that one day, a wanderer like I used to be
    Will seek the shade of a mighty tree
    I want him to feel at home if he enters my church
    Therefore I'm planting this young seedling birch

    May it give him the shade that he needs
    As he seeks relief from the days heat
    If this traveler's soul should be lost
    May he enter my church and see the wooden cross

    Let him know it was built for him
    So that his future will not look grim
    As he rides away may he always think back
    Of the shade and cross supplied by " Reverend Jack "

    May this traveler let his past go
    Make amends with the demons filling his soul
    Realize that God's on his side
    If in his heart, he'll just abide

    Now take care my brother
    As you go on your way
    Just always remember
    What " Brother Jack " Had to say


    The old biker slept, peacefully that night
    As he realized Reverend Jack was right
    Next morning before he hit the wind
    He emptied his weed with a big ol' grin

    He said " Jack thanks for building that cross"
    "It has saved, one more soul that was lost"
    "Also thanks for planting that old birch for shade"
    In this old bikers life, a difference you've made"

    The leaves on the old birch blew as the biker hit the road
    As if "Reverend Jack was saying " God ride with ya bro"
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