He Sits Astride His Harley (poem) by Gwen Dickerson on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on March 10, 2005

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.

Felix

Reviewed by Safi Abdi

Reviewed on March 2, 2005

<He rides from dawn to dawn > love this line:) Great poem, Gwen!

Reviewed by Theresa Koch

Reviewed on February 17, 2005

*`This reminds me of a dear friend who just passed on~
Awesome writing~`*

Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic (Reader)

Reviewed on February 15, 2005

..there's somethin about 'em aint there..yay!!

Great write...loved it!

Vesna :)

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on February 14, 2005

excelent poem! reminds me of days past ...

Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK

Reviewed on February 14, 2005

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!

TRASK

Reviewed by Leysa Lowery

Reviewed on February 14, 2005

Love this. Married to a Harley man myself. Still gives me goosebumps!

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on February 12, 2005

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

Reviewed on February 11, 2005

love him love him love him
i mean i really enjoyed this poem
(heehee)

Reviewed by Nordette Adams

Reviewed on February 11, 2005

Wonderful poem, great imagery and lovely rhyme scheme. I see it!

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on February 11, 2005

Nothing wrong with riding - wild and free -

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on February 11, 2005

Bikes are toys for boys. I once read etched on a desk top at college...

Reviewed by Handsum Hart

Reviewed on February 11, 2005

A real treat for all Harley owning men. One day I might get me one.
Nice work

Peace and starlight

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on February 10, 2005

Captured well. You forgot, old before his time.

Ron

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on February 10, 2005

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

Reviewed on February 10, 2005

All the bikers will love this delightful poem.

Reviewed by Joel Raja Kumar J (Reader)

Reviewed on February 10, 2005

My son loves to race in his bike to the horror of his mother:) :)

Love from India - Joel -

Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)

Reviewed on February 10, 2005

Love the feeling of this write, and the freedom.

Reviewed by Dale Clark

Reviewed on February 10, 2005

Very cool piece! ;) I enjoyed it.