"Carrington’s words
come from the soul in a soothingly lyrical way that is most appealing and
almost healing. His words are
fuel for the romantic souls of the world… a powerful wordsmith."
~ Jean Brown
Selected Favorite Poems
by William G. Carrington:
Romantic Poetry
A Candle In The Window
Captured
In The Night
Reason
To Breathe
Motorcycling Poetry
Brothers Of The Wind
Clan Of The Iron Horse
You Are A Part
Of My Life, My Brother
Patriotic Poetry
Have You Seen My America?
An American Ride
I Am An American
Rolling Thunder®
Life's Encounters
An Angel's Gift
My
Carolina Home
I Will Make You Pancakes
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(A Compilation of Motorcycle Poetry)
You might catch 'Lad' as
he passes you by on his
'88
Harley, Spirit of America,
on his way to a Biker Event,
a Personal Appearance or
a Poetry Reading.
Song of
the Spirit
Now
I’ve got a friend that’s
a big part of me
She’s dark red and chrome and a pretty sight to see
The highway’s her home, that’s where she likes to be
And Spirit of America’s her name
Chorus: And Spirit and me will go
riding tonight
We’ll go five hundred miles fore the break of daylight
We’ll ride the whole way while the moon lights the night
And we’ll see what we’ll see, what we’ll see, what we’ll see
When Spirit is rolling her pipes singing loud
I’ve got wings on my feet and my head in the clouds
I’ll be light years away from the stress and the crowds
With Spirit I’m live and I’m free.
Chorus:
And Spirit and me will go
riding tonight
We’ll go five hundred miles fore the break of daylight
We’ll ride the whole way while the moon lights the night
And we’ll see what we’ll see, what we’ll see, what we’ll see
There are those who despise my old wandering yen
Say nomadic life-styles’ll
bring a bad end
But I wouldn’t change things to save you my friend
Cause riding the road is my life.
Chorus:
And Spirit and me will go
riding tonight
We’ll go five hundred miles fore the break of daylight
We’ll ride the whole way while the moon lights the night
And we’ll see what we’ll see, what we’ll see, what we’ll see
When the time comes to fold and I’ve played my last card
And the moon lights the highway, go stand in the yard
Cup your hand to your ear and you listen real hard
And you’ll hear us go riding on by.
Chorus:
And Spirit and me will go
riding tonight
We’ll go five hundred miles fore the break of daylight
We’ll ride the whole way while the moon lights the night
And we’ll see what we’ll see, what we’ll see, what we’ll see
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From
William 'Lad' Carrington: So
I go to the wall because by the grace of God my name is not written
there. I go because I, and all of us, owe something to those whose
names are on that wall. Because that wall represents all of the
Americans who have paid that price, and the rest of us have
inherited the country and the benefits bought by their sacrifice. You
cannot visit that wall without feeling the spirits that are
represented there. We should all go there and show those who
survived, and if they are looking down on us, those whose names are
written there, that even if it is late in coming a grateful nation
remembers and stops to say thank you. While at the wall in ‘96 I wrote the poem that follows and was honored to be allowed to read it at the American Legion in Arlington and at the Writers Project at The Wall. Since then I have been invited back annually and in 1999 was asked to read at the Women’s Memorial as well.
Do you know who I am? You
should for I am part of you My
spirit is forever entwined with yours And
my name is written on a wall.
I
once lived and breathed as you I
loved — and someone loved me And
now my name is written on a wall.
But
that wall is not all there is of me For
I am a part of all that you are And
you carry me with you Unseen
— as I travel in the wind
My
love for our land has taken me many places Most
with names I’d never heard And
I left a part of me at each place And
I left a part of you there too
I
was at Alamance and Anzio I
fell at Gettysburg and bled on both sides at
The Little Bighorn I
slept in French mud and sand near Baghdad And
my life ended in Asia leaving my name — written
on a wall
Perhaps
you failed to notice as I passed by you Sometimes
I was a man and sometimes a woman My
face in shades of white, red, black, and yellow And
wearing uniforms of homespun, blue, gray, buckskin,
and olive
Do
you know me now? I
was called to pay with my life A
heavy tax to bear — but freedom is costly And
only you can make it worth the price
You must make my sacrifice have value For I am a part of you and your freedom I am your past, your present, and your future I
am not just monuments or numbers in a history book
And I am not — Just
A Name On A Wall.
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