Ride Sister Ride
Riding on the back of my sisters' bike we
over the country side, like birds skimming
I could feel her grin
as I throw up my hands to grab a piece of
My sister is small with a mighty horse engine.
A metal steed, to give her speed
To follow her dreams and fly to the stars
She spins her tires on old Orion
as she follows a moonbeam down.
On canyons edge she rides along,
living her life to the max.
To cross the cracks she gives it the gas,
leaving her dust in the air.
On our way back to the earth
she reeves up the horse
as over a rainbow we go.
Its colors flow as we sail along
taking us back to the road.
She gives me a hand
as we step on the land
and laugh together with helmets in hand
as the wind plays with our hair.
For my Sister Carol Youorski (Skert)
By Sally Y. Weber