RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Recognizing The Good - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Shadow of an umbrella, standing guard, making sure sun-
light does not touch or burn my light skin.
Listening to rhythms, watching bikers set up booths and
filling them with supplies of all types.
Seeing Black Sheep bikers at long last, having missed
seeing them here for quite a while.
They are so active in doing good things for children and
society, good hearts and beautiful souls.
Not all bikers are rough, mean and evil, there are a lot
of good ones out there.
Doing charity events, fund raisers for the poor, giving
children their undivided attention, giving them motorcycle
Raising money to help those who have been burned in house
fires and such.
Having learned as a child to never judge a book by it's
cover, enjoying mixing with this diverse population of
bikers and writing of their good deeds.
They deserve to be recognized for the good that they do
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