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Wisdom of the Wind
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Ironhorse Writer
©8/20/2003
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Early 1800’s
By the glow of an open fire
The old Indian spoke of life
Victories, death, desire
The young braves who had gathered
The warrior, creased with age
His life, a chapter finished
Albeit, save one page
He raised his head, contentedly smiled
Knew they could not ‘hear it’
Perhaps, with time, they’ll come to know
The voice of the ‘whispering spirit’
"My brothers, the Wolf and Eagle know
As do the Buffalo and the Bear
For through the Wisdom of the Wind
Lies a path for all to share"
The captain stood tall upon the deck
Stared out into the sea
His first mate asked if all was well
"Aye lad, no place I’d rather be"
Unkempt hair, steely eyes
Weathered from salt and sun
Measure not his worth, for in his soul
A wealthier man there was none
"She’ll caress ya like no other lad
Make ya regret ya ever sinned
But she’ll always educate ya
Such is the Wisdom of the Wind"
An ‘ol Biker wrenched on his scoot
Grandson by his side
"Papa, after you fix it
Will you take me for a ride?"
He glared upon the little face
Then gave a half assed grin
"That, little man, is that I’d say
Lets take’er for a spin."
The years blew by, the boy learned well
Bout ‘switchbacks and layin’ her down
How you can tell if ‘she’ ain’t well
By her feel, by her sound
They rode out towards the ocean
The annual 'Surf Side Run’
Set up camp ‘n sparked a fire
Graybeard and grandson
A couple beers a shot or two
A campfire by the sea
He glared upon the young mans face
"Grandpa, why are you lookin' at me?"
"Don’t mind this ‘ol Biker kid
It’s just in you I see
Someone I wished that I had been
A better kind, of me"
"Taught you everything I know
Rest is up to you
A man falls short from time to time
A Biker keeps it true"
He raised his head, contentedly smiled
A familiar, half assed grin
For this ‘old school Biker had passed along
The Wisdom of the Wind
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