Crazy Jack Millen Poem by Paul Reed

The engines roared, the riders hunch-backed,
The tapes snapped up, the first bend attacked,
The cinders scattered, the ashes flew,
The exhaust smoke turned the night air blue;

From amongst the chaos, a striped bib emerged,
Worn proudly, down the back straight he surged,
For courage and fearlessness he did not lack,
Such were the qualities of ‘Crazy Jack';

And though many a year since has passed,
I do not forget the memories then amassed,
When hearts were young and dread was zero,
And Jack Millen was our speedway hero.