Poetry in motion
Updated: 19 November 2014
Riding Thru
Under the wheels, Under my feet,
Pass mile upon mile of old fields of wheat.
And out of the corner, no the tip of my eye,
There are fields of green Just passing right by.
No matter how much I have in the bank
Or how much I owe on this bike I now thank
The mercy of nature For the fields I see
And the fertile land In the heart of me.