Dedicated it to my father William 'Bill' Ricci 1942-2007
A Write To Ride
I've been riding motorcycles since I was five,
Pickup trucks and tractors since the age of ten.
The state said,"She needs a valid driver's liscence!"
Daddy just laughed, shook his head and said,"Yah~since when?"
One thing Daddy didn't count on,
Years ago, when he taught me to ride.
'The apple don't fall far from the tree.'
~Just like him, I have a wild side.
Through my adolescent years,
I got to know the town cops well.
Sometimes a warning or two, here and there,
Sometimes, hundred dollar bail, or- a cell!
So, here's alittle story,
Of a day, I followed my wild heart.
Threw on my cutoff jeans and T-shirt,
Grabbed my dirt-bike, and jumped the kick-start.
Down the hill and through the fields,
Past the tree where sunflowers grow.
Onto the trail where I often ride,
To a place of butterflies, I know.
As the wind tickles my face;
With the motor's gallop song.
On impulse I change my path,
Going where I don't belong.
Although, Daddy warned
~A thousand, plus times;
"Tammy Jo, don't cross that highway!"
I know it's those hills, I MUST climb.
Now, I have broken these rules,
Many times, I must admit.
To get to that swimming hole,
This time..they'll be no regret!
I shift into fourth,
Approaching the highway looks clear.
Like a bat out of moses I ride,
Hey, speed always chases away fear!
I blow through the county road,
Fueled with an Evel Knievel soul.
Suddenly, I hear cherry sirens,
Look back, and laugh at whose on patrol!
The town sheriff, I know him quite well.
Around here, we call him 'Captain Big Gun'.
Back in the day, he chased Daddy.
Dad always said,"He's to fat to run!"
I jump over the creek bed,
~and he splashes across.
This time he's out for blood,
Just to prove he's the boss.
On my tail he rides me close,