ON THE ROAD AGAIN By: Thomas Wieling

There I am, on the road again, It's where I belong. Watchin' the trees a swaying - Birds singing their song. Swinging with the beat, I go. As the stripes go racing on the pavement below. My bike and I, We make a good pair- Racing with the wind- And the open air. From the streets of Bar Harbour- To the Alaskan road. It's America we venture- No fences can hold. 5/98