A Poem: The Road is Calling

The sun rises over the mountains high.
Rains have moved on, there is blue in the sky.
The air is warming the breeze is light.
But the end of the workday is a distant sight.
The weekend is near, and that makes me happy.
Sadly though, the forecast is crappy.
Eight hours from now the sun will still be shining.
But I am already looking outside, for a ride I am pining.
On a day like this I just want out of this place.
I want the wind at my back and the sun on my face.
Screw this! Lets get this work done!
Cuz dammit I am saddling up the bike just after 1!
Tomorrow morning I’ll smile when the rain will be falling
Because today, the bike and I will answer the road’s calling!

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OK I know… NOT the best poem! But then who knew Mountainstroh could rhyme at all! Like the wind folks!