Nomads

By: Gary St. Pierre

Firelight on their faces.

Flames dance in their eyes.

They gather 'round the campfire, to swap

outrageous lies.

A ring of chrome and lacquered steel throws

back the fire's light.

In a herd of iron horses, they'll pass away the

night.

A tribe of modern nomads.

The past come back again.

A continent to roam on.

No one to rein them in.

They live their lives by their own rules.

Their code of honor's set.

Brother stands by brother.

Better friends, you couldn't get!