Rural Racer

In dawn’s soft glow, he starts his day, Rural Racer on the winding way, A steed of steel through fields and hills, A journey born of iron wills. He rides the pulse of quiet towns, Where silence wears a gentle crown, A passenger in life’s slow dance, A witness to the rural expanse. Yet shadows lurk in urban’s gleam, Where reckless hands disrupt his dream, A carjacker’s grip, a sudden thief, Stealing peace, igniting grief. But still, he rides with steadfast grace, A testament in every place, That hope endures beyond the fear, The Rural Racer persists, sincere. For in the heart of humble roads, Where courage silently explodes, He finds his strength, his steady pace, A quiet hero — full of grace.