Getting lost with a knife and some woodOut for a while what seems a short timeturns into hoursGoes by so fast don't realize the time spentWhat enjoyable way to waste the dayKnives axes some woodSlice here split there time to see What I find Break away bit by bit Slowly emerges a bowl or spoon Maybe something else Chisel away a bit more today Hmmm let's see what this piece holds todayTime to go out waste a few minutes mayb...

The old lady I speak of in this poem is my bike, my nick name for her  Wonder what I will findCome this SpringWhat I will see off on a rideWith my friendThe old lady and meWander the roadWonder what me and my friend, my old bikeWhat we will see, what we will findNew adventures, things to seeTime to go out againMy old friends the road andMy old ladyMe and my bikeWonder what we will find

No headphones no musicJust sounds of the bike sounds of the roadCars whizzin by Birds sing wandering the skyLost in thought lost to the soundsHum of the tires rollin down the roadNo tunes blaring in my earsQuiet thoughts rolling down the road Hum of the rubber click of the gearsChain she sings on the rings Roll down the roadCar whizzes by The sounds the music of the roadNo headphones no tunes in my earsJust sounds of the...