Cool Poem about motorcycle wartime dispatch.

[wrightme43]

It's kick, kick, and a sudden roar;
I'm set for a flying start:
The clutch is in, I give her some more,
She takes the road like a singing dart.
The road winds in beneath the wheel,
The wind rushes by like a rising storm;
I keep her straight on an even keel
And round the turn with a toot of the horn.

My steed comes alive and throbs with power
As I change from three up to four;
The speedo swings ... more miles to the hour;
Like a train ... like a plane ... with the roar.
Like a flash I pass through the countryside
While the pace I urgently force;
On a spirited steed I gaily ride
Leaving time behind in my course.

The hiker jumps for the nearest hedge,
The fowls they take to the air;
Old cars swerve to the road's near edge,
And women faint with the scare.
In hideous terms I'm vainly cursed;
I come.... I'm gone.... But a moment there;
As I leave them behind to eat my dust,
I'm a dog ... I'm a cow, a devil-may-care.

But in the day when the battle reels,
And lives depend on the message I carry.
Then they'll say I'm a hero on wheels,
And pray not a moment I'll tarry.
Through wood and marsh, through ford and cutting
Where nothing can pass but the devil-me-care,
With bombers above and machine guns spluttering
I'll ride like the devil and sure I'll get there