Carving Through Woods in the Early Morning


These curves and turns go twisting through
The woods on roads with pavement new
As first light breaks I ride alone
My bike and I, a two-man crew

My focus sharp, I’m on the prowl
As pistons pulse and pipe tips growl
I’m searching for the least straight roads
While grin expands and tires howl

To right of yellow lane divide
The moto gains each curve in stride
I roll on throttle, find my line
My pace and flow won’t be denied

These curves are lovely, paved and smooth
And motivate my wrist to move
As morning stirs I’m in my groove
As morning stirs I’m in my groove


With inspiration from early morning and apologies to Robert Frost


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