Amy's blog: "Poetry"

Underneath that rough exterior

Lies a heart that couldn’t be superior

The things they do around the world

Riding proud with their flags unfurled

For causes in which they believe

Some marked by a patch on the sleeve

Of the leathers that they wear

To some this gives quite a scare

To see a group of bikers ride by

Gives me a natural high

Especially when I see my dad’s bike

I get all excited like a little tyke

Cause I know it’s my time to ride

And wave to those who stand there wide eyed

The feeling of freedom is so complete

There is nothing in this world that can compete