Randal Weston

Lonesome Echoes Randal Weston

The Mysterious BikerMy summer morning stroll down the road For exercise, fresh air and peace of mindTook me not far from my comfortable abodeWhen I met a man of the easy rider kind Seeming to have bike trouble, I offered my phone, But he told me he stopped his Harley to restA brawny, clean cut man, on his ownMany hard times, his aged face would suggestBriefly exchanging words, he said, "It's time to ride" Like he had a special purpose to travel onI couldn't perceive, no matter how I triedWhy I didn't see him as he passed by my front lawnObserving the road, no tracks from the rearA puzzling situation in such an eerie wayHe went out of sight as he hit the last gearAnd the mystery of the biker stands to this day. Take a moment to cozy up with Randal Weston's Lonesome Echoes. His uplifting poems will sweep away your cares and fill you with a sense of peace. From the whimsical "The Titanic Trio" to the warmhearted "Bygone Days of Summers Past," Weston's melodious words will embrace you with a sense of wonder and spirituality.