Who Knows Where

The first pedal stroke.
I know, body is broke.
Luck, nearest town is down.

Georgian George and his Belgian Marianne want to know.
'Where do you go?'

Go this way instead, is what he said. But watch out for bears he mimes, I often see them sometimes. (He really said that🤣)

Still my way I go, even if slow.
Up steep twist a road, carry my load.

In baking sun forever to the sky,
salty sweat drips in the eye.
Must do my loop, over bars I stoop.

This is my way, again I say.
Parts squealing metal on metal.
The truth lies in the question after all.

In my ear I hear, Jerry Jeff, a song so near. "Just lettin' it roll, the high times carry the low, livin' my life easy come easy go."

"And I still have a long way to go" croons Railroad Earth and I'm feeling no myrth, not yet.

Then as the Floating Flyer crests the summit, the day is dunnit.Read more