STEEL LION

When you first slide up onto, what some refer to as “Their Beast”
There is a pulsating attraction that will probably never cease.
Then you trade in, two of four wheels and replace them with some wings.
You can almost feel the hand of God come down and make your spirit sing.

Then you step upon its paw and pull the beast back upright.
The lion’s roar reminds you, of the power of its bite.
You caress its mane and stroke its back, in preparation for the ride.
You’ve fed its belly and washed its body, from its head to the tip of its hide.

The pre-ride anticipation is over, its time to let the lion run.
So you pop the clutch…and haul some ass...it’s time to have a little fun.
Now you’re going full tilt down the open road, on the verge of taking flight.
“Superman” has nothing on you except the cape and tights.

The wind in you face and Mother Nature’s embrace, make you as happy as you could be.
You’re on top of the world going as fast as you want… seeing all there is to see.
The wind tears flow now from your eyes and no one is sure if you are happy or sad.
The ones that truly understand are the brothers that ride and of course the ones that had.

As the road throws a curve at you, you take it in stride as you glide down the long road ahead.
Your eyes are focused ahead but your mind is instead, riding along with the grateful and dead.
As you ride along with Mother Nature at your side and a smile on your face.
At the end of the day there’s no other place I’d rather be, than on a ride in her sweet embrace.

Each time that you ride, you feel a little more alive, having cheated death out of one more chance.
But each time that you ride, you have that thought in you mind; that death has given you a glance.
It’s not fear that you ride with; it’s a comfort of sorts… knowing that you’re never truly alone.
Even on a bike built for one, the rider in black on the back looks right through you, out into the zone.

As he holds on behind you, fingers embedded in ribs you can feel the pressure of this extra load.
Then the Lion’s roar brings you back, back to the smooth open road.
At the end of the ride it’s up to you to decide whether you were ridden or went for a ride.
I know in my heart that the Lion gets fed his share of the Grim Reaper’s hide.

Haven ridden before, I’ll definitely be there again; that is one thing I can say for sure.
The only thing that’s uncertain is if I’ll ride with the shadow behind me or…
Just me and the bike and its “Purrrr!”


Scott L MacRitchie

Unknown - 16 years, 11 months, 18 days ago

T'D OFF

As I place the ball upon the tee and visualize my ball in flight;
All assumptions are made as usual that my brain will do it right.
I grip my club and take my stance like a thousand times before.
And look down at that little round ball, right to its very core.

I think to myself, as I get ready to swing, ”This ball doesn’t stand a chance!”
I’m going to swing so hard, “ Its ears will ring!” Then it’ll be time to dance.
As I coil back for my practice swing, my focus starts to alter.
But I reclaim it, flush swing and follow-through not allowing it to falter.

Now I stand confidant above the ball, poised to pull the trigger.
A calm feeling now flows throughout my body, right to the tip of my fingers.
One last glance is taken as the moment of truth is at hand.
Then reality hits and I question myself, “Where the HELL is this ball gonna land?”

Hesitation aside and the swing in full motion, no other thoughts will enter my mind.
Allowing only nature and training to melt together, creating a shot pure and one of its kind.
As the swing starts out it seems sweet and natural in every way and notion.
With hands, head and heart combining fluidly, just like a mercury motion.

Then suddenly the club comes down with precision and unbridled wrath.
Soon, one would assume taking down any and all that attempts to stand in its path.
As the backswing is completed nothing more can be done;
You maintain stance and composure, “Until the fat lady’s sung!”

As you watch the ball, that felt solidly struck,
You wonder optimistically… realistically, “Am I out of luck?”
As the ball floats through the air as if on Angels wings,
You transcend the target, the shot, down to the simplest thing.

Then I feel Mother natures breath upon my face as destiny comes alive,
The ball comes up short and right in the creek should have used the 3 not the 5!!
Now I tee-up a ball and refocus again, remembering the one golden rule.
You get one on the front and one on the back,
Say it with me “MULLIGAN’S RULE!!”

Scott L MacRitchie

Unknown - 16 years, 11 months, 18 days ago

DRAGON'S BREATH

When you look upon the collection of nylon, wicker and steel.
Only your heart, gut and mind know exactly what you feel.

Then you assemble your balloon and check your list in final preparation.
Meanwhile the Gentle Giant awakes, from its silent hibernation.

When you lift away from earth on the elevator of flight.
All the people large and small look on with wide eyes and delight.

Then you pull upon the dragon’s tail and the beast comes to life.
Sending a flame towards Heaven, allowing you to maintain flight.

As the world pulls away from you, you survey the quilt work of land.
One cant help but feel miniscule, like a speck of dirt or sand.

As you reach out towards the clouds, that seem only slightly out of reach.
The serenity of the moment, takes away all possibility of speech.

Then you float along on air, as if a feather on the wind.
Instinctively, remembering to make the dragon sing.

As you continue on with the chess-match, more commonly referred to as flight.
Your constant reaction to Mother-natures moves aid you in your plight.

Having glided across the sky, being held up by thread and air.
Causes moments of reflection, separating reality and despair.

As you come back down to earth, as soft as a sunbeam from the sky.
It seems so obvious to you why you’ve chosen, not to walk but instead to fly.

When you trickle across the tops of trees and dance upon the water.
This is normally received with trepidation balanced by awe and wonder.

As you float across a sea of smiles, children’s laughter keeping you aloft.
It is common to feel the arrows of envy, fly by, shot after shot.

When the balloon comes to its final resting place, on a bed of short cut hay.
You can feel the earth embrace you, like a mother does her baby.

When all is said and done and your soul has been caressed.
Your flight has broken you from life’s bondage you have been truly blessed.

Thus allowing you to float and dream, whenever you inner peace begins to fail.
All you ever need to do, to get there …is pull the dragons tail!


Scott L MacRitchie

Unknown - 16 years, 11 months, 24 days ago