Oh Triumph, my heart sings
Don’t tell my father,
but I am in love, infatuated, hooked
on a black
motorcycle…
Jesse took me for a ride up 36 and in the
Niwot regions. The prairie grass was wet, and
the smells of the earth as we drove past the farms
was so good. It reminded me of home and the
serenity I felt also reminded me that you can take
the girl out of the country but, not the country out of
the girl.
