The Wall

Anticipating the ride to the wall

This will be an experience for all

Winding roads, beautiful scenery

Streams surrounded by greenery

Suddenly concrete is all that we see

Traffic snarled, we are now in D.C

Atop every overpass that we ride under

Folks waving flags for Rolling Thunder

Thousands of Brothers all here for the cause

Bikes parade for hours without any pause

Grab a t-shirt, ribs, hot dogs, and a cold beer

Now, time to realize the reason we are here

A long sidewalk that has absorbed many a tear

Realization of so many loved ones worst fear

A gray haired Mother cries out for her lost son

Her little boy died in a war that nobody won

Thousands of names engraved in cold hard stone

Brothers, Sons, and Fathers who never came home

Veterans in uniform walk amongst the crowd

Damn, walk up and tell one he should be proud

Why did they die? Why did this all have to be?

For a gallant reason. So you and I could stay free

Take the time to make the trip to see that wall

Pay your respects to Brothers who died for us all