THE SOUND OF FREEDOM
THE SOUND OF FREEDOM
The time has come, days' work is done,
and now it's time to ride.
It's time to leave the hectic world,
and loose what's built inside.
You don your gear, and in your mind,
your friends, you're out to meet 'em,
You twist your wrist, and kick your leg,
at last, the sound of freedom!
There's something in the sound of pipes,
that sparks a cycler's heart,
It represents the great escape,
right from the very start.
And so you head on down the road,
freedom ringing in your ear,
Leaving far behind all else,
with every single gear.
The time goes by, and 'for you know,
It's time to head on home.
Your slice of freedoms over,
You've no more time to roam.
So soon you're back, and it breaks your heart,
to have to kill that sound.
For you could ride clear through the night,
and never turn around.
But kill you must, because you know,
tomorrow's soon to come,
And with it life's reality,
to which, you must succumb.
But in your heart, you know one thing,
that makes your feelings soar,
Tomorrow night, you'll hear again,
the sound of freedom's roar!
About this poem
I wrote this poem in 1987 during my motorcycle years. I had a few bikes, but my last one was an awesome custom chopper, and every time I would start that bike, it represented the sound of freedom to me, so I wrote this poem. I sent it in to Outlaw Biker magazine, and to my amazement, they printed it on the full inside cover with a sketch of the front end of a chopper. Almost fell on the floor, still have the magazine.
Submitted by Mr.G on July 05, 2024
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,099 |
Words | 238 |
Stanzas | 9 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
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