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Iron Steed

by Jennifer L Banks

This Sunday wish
Hear the steed growl
Feel the winter wind swish
The engine purr and howl

Smell the burning oil
And my girly fear
Under hot sun, it does boil
He throws "his baby" in gear.

The throttled roar of the take off
The forming lump in my mouth
Begging him to ease off
and heading due South.

I, clutching his old black leather
His iron horse swiftly rides
Through swaying fields of purple heather
Past the languid azure ocean tides.

On the back of his iron steed
We coast quickly and silently along
Dancing on blacktop, light speed
Hearing birds whistle and redwood song

Melting as one with this sexy beast
Touching it's chrome and steel
It begs us to go further east
This February ride does heal

Smell the ancient kicked up dust
And the golden honey from the hive
I do my very best to trust
We make it back alive.


Posted on 08/18/2004
Copyright © 2020 Jennifer L Banks

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Heide McAlister-Bates on 08/18/04 at 07:30 PM

Nothing like having the wind in your hair - you've illustrated this poem beautifully with your language.

Posted by Thomas K. Hunt on 08/21/04 at 11:15 PM

Thanks for the ride...excellent read

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