The bond of bikers will never part,
For they would always understand.
Brotherhood held within the heart,
Always lending a helping hand.
Their rodeos are all fun and games;
With money raised for a needed cause.
They reach out and obtain their aim;
Helping children is their own applause.
Freedom being the ultimate goal;
In the wind, free as a bird.
Clearing the mind, cleansing the soul;
Thunder being the only sound heard.
The rumble makes them feel alive,
When one or twenty wheels by.
The beauty of the chrome thrives,
Being driven by a cool guy.
Leather jackets and long hair,
Tattoos which may be bizarre.
They are judged, but they don't care.
They know who they really are.