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A Biker's Funeral

Rating: 4.9

(In memory of Stephen (Reggie) Pearce
of Kilnsea,1980–2005)

The wind blows cold through the churchyard trees
and sadly tolls the passing bell
as mourners shuffle up the leaf-strewn
narrow path between the leaning stones.

He was just twenty-five, so young,
so full of life, and love of life

and laughter — killed outright one night
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Ernestine Northover 18 October 2005

It must have been a splendid send off Peter, and your poem is a tribute indeed. Sincerely Ernestine

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Sally King 17 February 2006

Wow! I can smell the engines and hear the echos of music still ringing in my ears.... very simply phrased and beautiful.

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Graham Jones 06 February 2006

Outstanding Peter not only the detail but the images produced, as a biker myself for over fifty years, I know what this is like as I have attended more then a few myself, a pleasure to read though. Regards Graham.

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Scarlett Treat 05 February 2006

I had a dear cousin, a biker through and through. When he died at a very young age, we were all heartbroken. Two things stand out - the sound of the motorcade of bikers to his funeral, and the fact that when it came time to close the grave, as the back hoe moved in to do it, the bikers stopped the backhoe, picked up shovels, and closed his grave. How sweet a service for a dear friend and fellow biker. This poem really touched my heart. Linda

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Elphaba T. 12 December 2005

Peter- Your described everything so well. I could picture the whole thing. The title caught my attention. My dad rides a harley, and he told me about some people he knew that died in a bike crash. Mostly when larger vehicles don't see or hear them. Its so sad when you hear or read about it happening. Great poem, Trina Elam

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Chinedu Dike 28 May 2015

A very sorrowful occasion elegantly penned in beautiful poetic diction, to vividly recreate the ceremony in readers minds. Death is a very bad reaper often going after unripe fruits. But then, dust to dust is a must. A lovely poem bristling with emotion. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.

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purple moon 19 June 2007

this is beautiful. and this will live forever like your memories. well done. x

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Cyclopseven R 19 December 2006

This person must have been such a wonderful soul that attracts many to bid the final farewell. Wonderful elegy. I feel I too missed him a lot, whoever he is. God bless.

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Original Unknown Girl 10 October 2006

What a lovely ode to one who died so young. Sounds like this guy was very dearly thought of and loved. It's good to preserve those thoughts in a poem. HG xx

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Patricia Gale 28 February 2006

Fully descriptive to were you could feel the vibrations from the engines as the rumbled. Great write Patricia

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