Words by Soberflight

poetry and musings

Month: February, 2015

View from the Back of a Motorcycle


Snow peeked out from behind the trees
Like wood sprites playing games.
I looked at the mountains all around
And tried to remember their names.

Washington was the easiest one
For it towered over them all,
The rest of them were harder.
A lot I couldn’t recall.

Chicorua, with its boney top,
Was reflected in its lake.
Both are old and deserving
Of their Indian namesake.

Franconia and Lafayette,
Garfield and Lincoln, too,
Supervised our journey
As we made our slow way through.

When I was younger I would hike
With sleeping bag and tent
The trails of those big mountains,
My summers were well-spent.


Just a few lonely notes on a piano,
A few chords to fill out a tune,
A little electronic drumbeat
And music fills up the room.

One note leads to another,
And you can’t help but sing right along,
Music can be so contagious
You feel taken over by song.

Long after the echoes have faded
And the keyboard is silent once more,
The music still rings in my memory
And causes my spirit to soar.


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I’m dancing,
Can you hear the music?
Can you feel the rhythm
In my heart?
My feet are light,
They step staccato
To a rapid beat,
When I get old
And my body fails
The music will still play,
And my eyes will still dance



I feel poor, sometimes,
Yet I know
Wealth is more
Than good cash flow.

It’s not a car, or a
Vacation trip,
A summer home
Or sailing ship.

It’s not even
The meal I’ll eat
While some are starving
On the street.

It’s friends and kin,
God’s love and grace,
The smile on a child’s
Glowing face,

A summer sunrise,
A winter moon,
The haunting call
Of a lonely loon,

Yes, I’m wealthy,
I have a lot….
I am grateful
For what I’ve got.