My Lady In Red
My Lady in Red
By Franklin Price
01/31/2022
I was awake perusing, through the travels in my life
And dwelling on the visions of my dear departed wife.
As memories kept coming, of the good times in my head,
Rising to the forefront was my lady dressed in red.
In the early nineties, we bought our first Harley D.
Got into distance riding on our FXR-SP
At first she rode behind me, for fifty thousand miles, not less
What happened then, I'll tell you, so you will not have to guess
We bought a dresser with a sidecar, to carry our grandchild around
Barb did not have to balance, was no need to touch the ground.
Learned the ins and outs of all controls, enjoyed riding on her own
She often said, I rode in ways, that she could not condone.
On trips I rode the FXR. She rode the sidecar every day
She only weighed a hundred pounds. It was not easy, I must say
At night I rubbed her shoulders to take away some of her pain
At daybreak, the next morning, we were on the road again.
She surprised me with a Standard. I do not recall the year
We lowered down the FXR. It was red just like her gear
She traveled with me everywhere. The FXR was then her ride
Her feet could reach to touch the ground. She was always by my side
Cruising through the countryside, wind blowing through her hair
In States without a helmet law, her dyed red locks were bare
The bright red leathers that she wore, as we rode across the land,
Said she went through life with gusto, and she always took a stand .
We continued going everywhere; the lower 48 and more,
South Africa and Canada; not that we were keeping score.
We retired fifteen years ago. I still have the FXR.
When I ride it, she'll be with me, she'll always be my shining star.
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