They All Bow Down
They all bow down for the Queens passing.
They have paved the way with pine needles and leaves to soften her approach.
They reach out to touch her , they tug at her hair, they snag her sleeve.
They get overjoyed by her presences that they grab at her stomach , face,
Legs, and even her back.
When she get back to her castle and undresses for her bath, She sees
Where her subjects had touched her with their willowy branches.
The bruise on her right calf was a small token from a broken limb .
That she had raced by in such a hurry that she didn't see it reaching out.
The Queen promised herself not to ride so close to her subjects again.
Oh and to start carrying clippers.
"Ode to all my Quad and dirt bike loving friends"
