Harley Bound For West Texas

by jaybird1

When I hopped astride my Harley
I had Texas in my sight,
for my leave was nearly over
had to be there Sunday night.

Fourteen hundred miles awaited,
miles of wind and bugs and sun,
of two lane roads and fogs and dogs
'ere this trip was ever done

So I set my course for Nashville,
wanting Memphis before dark.
Roaring on and singing, thinking
what a lark, oh what a lark.

Next morn a need to check my map
bade me pull off to the side.
I braked in gravel and was thrown,
skinning elbows and my pride.

I bumped and bounced through Arkansas,
driving through the fog and rain
By now my back was wearisome
and my kidneys feeling pain.

Now, into Texas I bore on,
still with many miles to make
The sun and wind had burned my nose,
like a well done char-broiled steak.

My leave was up at twelve 'oclock,
but I arrived at seven
and passed into those campground gates
back into Air Force heaven.------1944

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Harley Bound For West Texas

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