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The last thing I remember That doctor wouldn’t quit; He pounded on my sternum And cussed with every hit. ‘Twas then I felt a numbness, And a silence, oh, so still. A darkness drew around me Like a curtain ‘cross the sill. But with the blackness came a peace That took away the fright; And as I wondered at the scene I saw that fabled light. At first so small, and far away... But bright and white it grew; With its approach a thunder rose, A sound I somehow knew. It came to me, and then it stopped; I squinted at the glare. The light turned off, the thunder ceased, And I could only stare At the headlamp of a Harley, With golden chrome so sweet, As Dad, in bright white leathers, Sat beaming on the seat. Amazed, I sought for answers; I searched his eyes, he winked; ""Welcome, Son, I’ll take you home."" I stumbled back and blinked. ""Now, take it easy, Son,"" he warned, ""You know the Good Book said That if you live a faithful life He’ll reward you when you’re dead. ""There’s mansions many in His house, Most find it quite the lodge; He found for me the perfect room, I live in His garage! ""Talk about your perfect shop! My ratchet handle’s pearled! Any tool you name He’s got; After all, He built the world!"" Dad fired up his golden hawg And said, ""Let’s hit the skies! I’ve resurrected Rumblin’ Red And now she REALLY flies!"" I started toward the saddle When something jerked me back; My heart resumed it’s pumpin’ At the dang doctor’s whack. I coughed, I gagged, I tried to talk; I wanted just to die! I faded off and dreamed for days Of riding ‘cross the sky. But that was quite some time ago, And in this life you learn To live each day your level best, For death you wait your turn. Now I am one of many who Have viewed that awesome sight; At the portal of the grave I saw that shining light. But only I have seen the source Of the light that splits the fog; And none believe my simple tale Of the angel on the hawg.
Wes Stephenson


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