I guess I knew a little about poetry
before I ever wrote a word
The first time I felt an enjine roar
I wanted only more

I looked at the tack spin
as the throttle blipped it's rev
Smelled the harmony in the song
knew that was a place where I belong

I felt the heat of combustion
as the stator caught it's spark
I saw it's snap of blue, red and yellow
light up all the dark

I knew these wheeled things were meant for riding
They looked fast even though they were parked
I dreamed of putting on a helmet before I could ride
that's when the dreams were sparked

I saw King Kenny at the flat tracks
Gary Nixon too
I saw Roger Decoster fly over a jump  at Unidilla
Saw Hurricane Hannah float through the whoop-d-doos

Motorcycling was in my heartbeat
I felt it through and through
I was drawn to ride
there was nothing I could do

And when I lean the bike
Dive and brake
and accelerate of of the turn
I feel my heartbeat race and burn

Since I was a boy
I felt the smell of gasoline
and felt the wind in my face
moments I would not wish to erase

And when the air is cool
Fall beauty in the air
count me in with the weekend riders
I'm totally there!

And when the smooth turns turn surpentine
my pupils get wider and begin to gleem
That's when thoughts flow like poets words in my head
and all concerns about life are put to bed

Today my heart forgot everything that she said
though glimpse of her flashed in my head
between the falling leaves and twisting turns ahead
My whole world turned Ducati red