The breeze that blows,
Ranches racing past,
Vibration of his motorcycle,
And roadrunners running fast
Mountains that tower over me,
The smile on daddy's face,
Rustling Palo Verde trees,
And the saguro standing high
The cloudless blue skies,
The lizards who scamper,
The endless beautiful desert,
And the small elf owl's lair
A day on daddy's motorcycle,
Is like christmas every once in a while,
But the present i like most,
Is my daddy and his smile
Hope you like it! It's an original poem that got published in a small biker magazine in Arizona. If you like it or don't like it please say below. Any advice is good for me
