Randy Hosts WIN Christmas

Randy was more or less drafted to host our annual WIN Christmas and New Years gathering at the little piece of BLM land behind the Yuma VFW.


On the first day, he inspired his fellow nomads with his poem "The Magic of Motion."



The Magic of Motion

We’ve earned our dollars in white and blue collars.
Our taxes are paid and filed.
The kids are grown and on their own
And we’re hearing the call of the wild.

So we purchased a rig that’s not too big
To go where the tumbleweed goes.
We’ll chase our dreams with headlight beams
Before the horn of Gabriel blows.

We will roll like a stone away from the known,
Losing our moss in that stream
Where the bump and bumble of downstream tumble
Shapes rocks of splendor and gleam.

Seizing the day; we run out and play;
Hurry to the party and dance.
Awaken the urge to love and merge,
Giving cupid a sporting chance.

Clearing our head of hate and dread,
We drift ‘’til we’ve left them behind.
The winds of travel can blow and unravel
Those cobwebs from our mind.

Away from the cities, hassles and pities,
We range like the wolf and the bison,
Viewing stars at night without city light
And the sun on both horizons.

With relaxed intent, we move through events
Like the edge of a fast-moving knife.
So we road pioneers live three hundred years
In the span of a single life.

Life loves motion!— like waves love the ocean
And though our kids and kin fear the worst,
We polish our souls as radials roll
Down roads of the universe.

The human race are but dots in space,
But moving dots can burst into light.
Before we die, we will light the sky
As streaking meteorites.