There Riding There Harleys On Freedom Highway Poem by BRUCE MARTONE

THERE TWO YOUNG KIDS
CHASING THERE PROMISES
THEY MADE TO ONE ANOTHER
AND RIDING THERE HARLEYS
WHILE PASSING ALL THE OTHERS
ON FREEDOM HIGHWAY
WITH THE WIND AT THERE BACK
AND A FULL TANK
SHOULD KEEP THEM GOING FOR MILES
WHILE THE OTHERS WHO PASS BY
JEALOUS OVER THERE STYLE
AS THEY PULL OVER FOR THE NIGHT
PARKING THERE HARLEY CLOSE
IN PLAIN SIGHT
TILL MORNING COMES
THAN THERE GONE
HEADING OUT TO FREEDOM HIGHWAY
LEAVING THERE NOTE IN LIPSTICK
ON THE WALL FOR ALL TO SEE
SAYING IF WE SHOULD DIE
THAN WE WANT TO BE
BURY WITH ARE HARLEYS
HER AND ME