Riding with Pride
It was the weekend of that fateful day,
September 11th in our hearts will forever stay,
We planned a big ride through the mountains so wide
In beautiful West Virginia, home of "hillbilly pride"
As we started our journey all ten of us strong,
we were apprehensive leaving our families for so long,
In a time when the terrorists tried to shatter our homeland,
Our thoughts kept going back to our families, our children
Should we remain on course on our Harleys?
Or should we turn back and give the terrorists their victory?
As we rode mile after mile with the wind in our face,
We realized something just seemed out of place.
There were no jets or airplanes flying above.
Only stillness and quiet and eerie sense of reality.
As our Springer rounded yet another windy curve,
I noticed something profound and couldn't mumble a word.
An American flag displayed so boldly and proud.
I couldn't help from taking my eyes from the clouds.
One after another, old red, white and blue.
Old Glory, the flag so courageous and true.
As we rode through the mountains, the wind in our hair.
We thanked God for our blessings and for just being there.
Did we let the terrorists spoil our ride?
Heck no, we sure rode and with American pride!
Sure, the terrorists destroyed our Twin Towers
But that's all they got because our patriotism is ours
We refuse to live with intimidation and fear
And in the end, they will be shedding the tears
To our servicemen and women who defend us each day,
To our veterans who fought the good fight in their day,
We honor you daily--America's children, husbands, and wives
You are to be commended for giving your lives.
Continue to defend Old Glory, our stars and our stripes
Everyday and when you are taking your rides.
To my fellow bikers, as you ride with the wind,
honor those who protect and defend.
I'm so glad we didn't turn back that day,
That was our ride and they can't take that away!
Delegate Kelli Sobonya
WV State Legislature
Owns a 1997 Heritage Softtail Springer
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