Harley

Harley

I have a grandson named Harley
He is very tall and lean not so mean
Unlike the two wheeled machine.

There is one thing
They both have in common
On this I'm sure we can agree.

The wheels on the bike
Everyone likes,as long as they
Keep rolling down the road.

With a roar like thunder
The Harley like no other
Has a distinct sound of its' own.

As for my Harley
He is quite gnarly
Bony knees and all.

But when he runs
We're all quite stunned
As we stand there in awe.

With long skinny feet
He loves to compete
Whether he beats his opponent or not .
.
Maybe in time these
Two Harleys' will combine
For one incredible ride.

Until then, they will spend
Most of the time
Moving like the wind.


By: Mary Eaton