Biker Gathering Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Belted sidearms kept tightly to bodies, warding off troubled people.
Many types and personalities straying in, using this special event to the utmost.
Filled with food and soft drinks, listening to excellent bands play their individual rhythms, keeping time with heartbeats of a poet who's sitting and listening attentively to every beat in tantamount melodies of goodness.
Touching inner realms with individual tones, relinquishing souls, minds and beings to the music, drifting away, floating into compositions being composed as every word is written and memorized in photographic images belying intellectual endeavors.