|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Ahhh the roar of a Harley... no other bike sounds like one or feels like one vibrating between your legs. I hope you were one of the friends holdin on.
|Reviewed by Safi Abdi
|<He rides from dawn to dawn > love this line:) Great poem, Gwen!
|Reviewed by Theresa Koch
|*`This reminds me of a dear friend who just passed on~
|Reviewed by Vesna Vanessa
|..there's somethin about 'em aint there..yay!!
Great write...loved it!
|Reviewed by jude forese
|excelent poem! reminds me of days past ...|
|Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK
|Personally I Would Not be Caught Dead On Bike--But, I Have Many Friends & Acquiantances Who Ride Them_
I Watch Others On Freeways Race 80mph Between Lanes Cars & Trucks Yep, Some Kill (Committ Sucicide )Themselves Doing It!
Credit For Write!
|Reviewed by Leysa Lowery
|Love this. Married to a Harley man myself. Still gives me goosebumps!|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Well, I can't ride for the life of me but my brothers can. Thank you for this insightful offering. Love and peace. Regis|
|Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson
|love him love him love him
i mean i really enjoyed this poem
|Reviewed by Nordette Adams
|Wonderful poem, great imagery and lovely rhyme scheme. I see it!|
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Nothing wrong with riding - wild and free -|
|Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
|Bikes are toys for boys. I once read etched on a desk top at college...|
|Reviewed by Handsum Hart
|A real treat for all Harley owning men. One day I might get me one.
Peace and starlight
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Captured well. You forgot, old before his time.
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|Hmmm, have yet to enter my "black leather" phase but am working on it... guess I'll just have to ride pillion for a while to get used to the feel of it... but with a coool customer like the one you describe here, methinks it wouldn't take long to acquire a taste for the open road!! Makes me think Bruce Springsteen somehow... A wonderful, celebratory tribute to a vastly superior way to command the highways, Gwen! TY Kate xx|
|Reviewed by George Carroll
|All the bikers will love this delightful poem.|
|Reviewed by Joel Raja Kumar J
|My son loves to race in his bike to the horror of his mother:) :)
Love from India - Joel -
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|Love the feeling of this write, and the freedom.|
|Reviewed by Dale Clark
|Very cool piece! ;) I enjoyed it.|
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Reviewed by Eddie Arce
|An impressive insight regarding bikers.
|Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)
|I saw today where a person that I know died while driving his Harley it was not an accident. I guess that makes the case for going to Hog heaven.|
|Reviewed by Sue Hess
|sounds like a man i could go for in my youth...damn its hard getting too old for the harley's, never mind the men who ride them|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|You captured the Harley man to a T! Great poem Gwen!
My ex used to be a harley man;-)
(but a no good one;-)