Ride's Sounds of Christmas

Ride's Sounds of Christmas
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written by Rod Hatter ©
Oct. 14, 2012
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Remembering the Christmas...
my first bike was gifted,
and the rides I took on it,
as my spirits lifted.
Apes and a banana seat,
in the spokes a card,
flapping out good vibrations...
as I peddled hard.
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Later as a teen,
Christmas time was near.
Something was out in the alley.
Thunder did I hear.
Ran and saw some bikers...
carrying wrapped toys.
Found out they were giving them
to needy girls and boys.
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Wasn't long after that...
Had to build my ride.
Knew that life would be much better,
as I rode my glide.
Then my wife gave me a gift,
wishing me real well.
On my pegs she did hang,
my guardian angel bell.
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Christmas time again...
These days, I too ride...
Love to be a part of toy runs.
Smiles just can't hide.
When those gifts are given,
Christmas sounds you'll hear.
One's that really share the season,
as the children cheer.
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I know Christmas spirits,
they ride right along...
Encouraging us to do our best...
Charity is strong.
As I ride in this parade,
toys and gifts appear,
down below my guardian bell...
It's ringing very clear.
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Freedom's Cost

Freedom's Cost

written by Rod Hatter
May 16, 2012
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Freedom...sometimes took for granite,
gave through sacrifice...
Ain't no place on this here planet...
free of all demise.
Military soldiers, civil servants too...
There are many individuals...
who gave their life for you.
Some have battled to thwart evil,
knockin' at our door...
Others gave for someone's freedom,
on some distant shore.
Some got caught in burning buildings,
saving someone's life.
Many die in daily struggles...
dealing with our strife...
If you ride a motorcycle,
car, truck, train or plane...
There are some who gave for you,
taking 'way your pain.
Many of our Veterans,
they now ride with pride.
Sharing freedom, brotherhood,
void demons locked inside.
Also firemen, police too...
freedom that they feel on two...
So next time you're out...about...
see a vet or folks on duty...
Smile and wave or give a thanks,
for helping keep you free.
Give them honor and respect,
for yeilding hazard's way...
Remember those who died for you...
on this Memorial Day...

Mind's Ship

Mind's Ship
written by Rod Hatter
Dec. 28, 2011
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Imagination is a need...that my soul does yearn...
Dreams and wishes...Prayers and hope...
.........................................Memories that churn...
In my mind's a quiet place...Wonderment's alive...
Seeking out some new salvation...
..........................Desires that I thrive...
Longing for a simple life...
............................Enjoying Splendor's space.
Wishing for enough to share...with the Human race...
No time kept...Day or night...No one has a clock...
There would be no need for logic...
................Mind's ship's not at dock...
Sailing off to distant shores...new discoveries...
Enjoying pleasures so surreal...
.....................feeling joy and peace...
Brightness...Colors...nothing gray...
............Light's arrays now glow...
over gardens of my thoughts...
......................shines a true rainbow...
Animated senses.....performing their illusions...
......Aromas...Visions...and emotions,
having no conclusions...
Conjuring a festive feast...
...........Taking all this in...
Cloudy days...but mind is clear,
..........so as I dream............I win !
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