Freedom

A paean to the open road.

Riding down the highway,

Wind blowing in my hair,

I don't know where I'm going,

I'll know when I get there.

The road in front is endless,

The road behind is gone,

The moment's all that matters,

Just let the ride be long.

The iron horse is roaring,

Like a giant jungle cat,

The speed is getting faster,

I'm flying like a bat.

The engine roars like thunder,

It's pounding in my ears,

Life falls away around me,

As I go screaming down the years.

Death rides along beside me,

I can feel him in my bones,

But as long as I keep riding,

He can't claim me for his own.

© 2017 The Iron Horseman

Reviews

[Neville]

The taste & sense of freedom truly comes passing through...A thoroughly good read, cheers....N

[The Iron Horseman]

Thanks, Neville. Glad you liked it.

[Neville]

Pleasure was mine....

[imagine, inspire]

That last part is really powerful! Keep on inspiring

[The Iron Horseman]

Thank you. Keep on imagining! :)

[Cat]

I love your rhyming schemes, in all of your poems! they're so clever and well thought out and I especially love the line "But as long as I keep riding, He can't claim me for his own." It gives off a sense of optimistic persistence which is lovely

[The Iron Horseman]

Thank you for all your kind comments, Cat. This was actually written as a song lyric, then I removed the chorus to make it a poem. Glad you liked it. I would be interested to have your comments on the Moat and the Minefield, too.

[Cat]

Lovely :) I'll take a look!

[Paul Bell]

Used to love the open road. Now i get exited if i get out the traffic jams.

[The Iron Horseman]

:D Head out on the Trans-Canada Highway - thousands of miles and not much traffic!

[Paul Bell]

That's my sort of road. On the way.