While traveling in the mountains earlier this fall we saw this beautiful Indian Motorcycle in the parking lot at Lynville Falls. The sleek lines and beautiful chrome and paint were accented with fine leather. It looked like it would be poetry in motion cruising down the highway. The couple who were riding it said they were enjoying a beautiful fall ride in the Blue Ridge Mountains. My poem for today is an Indian Motorcycle worth a thousand words.
Photos: Dwight L. Roth
Roth Poetry 