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Thursday 3 May 2012

when

When the headlight goes out the ride is done
but the feelings remain in the head and the bum.

The cooling down noises of the bike will soon go
But the bike noises will remain in the soul

The bikers came to town

Dirty Jeans and Long hair
look out honey the bikers are here
Black leather jackets
ice cold stares
They ride into town
everybody else looks down
their noses at the few
wondering what the bikers are here to do
The bikes stop outside the childrens home
and on their feet they start to roam
wandering here and milling there
some begin to rearrange their hair

The town stops and holds it breath
watching and waiting for unrest
topboxes and panniers are opened up
bags are brought out for the sun to light up
 The town folk are wondering
who the bikers are going to fight
shake their heads and mutter this aint right
slowly they shrink away
The home doors open and children rush out
all yelling and smiling and beginning to shout
the bikers smile and with great care
begin to distribute their ware

Not one child is left without
and slowly but surely not one child is left to shout

The town folk stop and stare at the sight
of children and bikers as they share
the Easter eggs and toys
that the bikers brought there.