There's probably a bit of a biker in all of us  even if we may never have been on a bike. 
Biker Poetry is about so much: the experience, the companionship, the loner, the independent spirit,  the danger,
and includes eulogies and laments to those who have died.  In this small selection from the  website I hope to
give the feel of the poetry combined with the images from Matlock Bath that Sunday in 2000
The poems and images are not intended to relate to each other directly: they are simply a collection of words and pictures

DANCE IN THE WIND
by The Picture Guy

Down country roads
On two wheels we glide
The Sun's on our face
An Angel's our guide

The weather is warm
The hay fields roll by
And cast their aroma
In the wind of July

We roll down the road
With you holding me tight
We dance in the wind
In the Sun's yellow light

We ride through the hills                                                                                                            
And the fields dressed in gold
The wind in our hair
And your love in my soul

Always remember
This day in the sun
With wind in our face                                                                                                  
And love just begun

With you on the back
I'll ride till the end                                                                                                               previous                 home                  next
With memories of times
We danced in the wind