The sun was warm, the wind was cool.
Anyone would be a fool
To waste a perfect weather day.
We climbed on the Eagle and flew away,
Buddies Kenny and Lisa in tow,
With no place to be and no place to go.
We rolled down roads both straight and flat
Looking at stuff from where we sat:
Brown scrubland,
green farmland, gray mountains in haze,
Nothing of interest met our gaze,
'Til we crossed this bridge—then our attention was hooked.
We turned around for a better look.
On we went to Gila Bend
Where we stopped for a drink and a stretch, and then
Back we flew the way we came
With no one but ourselves to blame
For an afternoon of riding fun
In the cool of the breeze and the warmth of the sun.
Now my little rhyme is done.
Louise and Duane
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