the_rocketman
Nov 14th, 2007, 8:19 pm
A Matter of Attitude
The day started gray, as fall days often do
But the ride in was still pleasant
Dawn lit the mist, softening distant images
http://roadrunes.com/images3/A-matter-of-Attitude/fall1.jpg
When I got to work
The tree were busy preparing for winter
Taking their last long drink of fall
http://roadrunes.com/images3/A-matter-of-Attitude/fall2001.jpg
Riding home that afternoon
I took the back roads as I always do
City streets hold no attraction for a rider
http://roadrunes.com/images3/A-matter-of-Attitude/fall7001.jpg
If you’re a rider you’ll understand
If not, there’s no point in my trying
to explain it, just accept it and move on
http://roadrunes.com/images3/A-matter-of-Attitude/fall8001.jpg
I stopped at an old cemetery I pass every day
And had been meaning to stop at
But never had, today was somehow different
http://roadrunes.com/images3/A-matter-of-Attitude/fall3001.jpg
There were headstones that spoke from
Days gone by, Names remembered with flowers
Other forgotten and faded into the dim past
http://roadrunes.com/images3/A-matter-of-Attitude/fall4001.jpg
The trees seemed happy with the recent rain
And shook their branches in greeting as I wandered among the stones,
My cohort and provider waiting patiently nearby
http://roadrunes.com/images3/A-matter-of-Attitude/fall5001.jpg
Its nearly winter and the colors are late this year
Perhaps nature was just playing with us
I can’t blame her for that, who likes being predictable?
http://roadrunes.com/images3/A-matter-of-Attitude/fall6001.jpg
Then it was time to leave
But not before one more stop
The ride and the walk needed a final point of reflection
http://roadrunes.com/images3/A-matter-of-Attitude/fall9001.jpg
RM
The day started gray, as fall days often do
But the ride in was still pleasant
Dawn lit the mist, softening distant images
http://roadrunes.com/images3/A-matter-of-Attitude/fall1.jpg
When I got to work
The tree were busy preparing for winter
Taking their last long drink of fall
http://roadrunes.com/images3/A-matter-of-Attitude/fall2001.jpg
Riding home that afternoon
I took the back roads as I always do
City streets hold no attraction for a rider
http://roadrunes.com/images3/A-matter-of-Attitude/fall7001.jpg
If you’re a rider you’ll understand
If not, there’s no point in my trying
to explain it, just accept it and move on
http://roadrunes.com/images3/A-matter-of-Attitude/fall8001.jpg
I stopped at an old cemetery I pass every day
And had been meaning to stop at
But never had, today was somehow different
http://roadrunes.com/images3/A-matter-of-Attitude/fall3001.jpg
There were headstones that spoke from
Days gone by, Names remembered with flowers
Other forgotten and faded into the dim past
http://roadrunes.com/images3/A-matter-of-Attitude/fall4001.jpg
The trees seemed happy with the recent rain
And shook their branches in greeting as I wandered among the stones,
My cohort and provider waiting patiently nearby
http://roadrunes.com/images3/A-matter-of-Attitude/fall5001.jpg
Its nearly winter and the colors are late this year
Perhaps nature was just playing with us
I can’t blame her for that, who likes being predictable?
http://roadrunes.com/images3/A-matter-of-Attitude/fall6001.jpg
Then it was time to leave
But not before one more stop
The ride and the walk needed a final point of reflection
http://roadrunes.com/images3/A-matter-of-Attitude/fall9001.jpg
RM