wild. flowers.
When I was at my wits end in the spring and summer of 2012, I took Mom into the fields around her rural home to gather wildflowers. We walked,…
When I was at my wits end in the spring and summer of 2012, I took Mom into the fields around her rural home to gather wildflowers. We walked,…
This summer (2023), the Canadian Motorcycle Cruisers – Ottawa Chapter # 011 is inviting its members (of which I am one) to participate in weekly photo challenges. This week’s challenge,…
I felt awful. I had asked Alan Burns for information on a ‘wrap’ post (we rode a long way, baby) I was writing about the number of kilometres fellow…
It’s been an amazing and roller coaster-like spring with plenty of opportunities to ride. I’ve taken advantage of every chance I could to get out on the road and…
Motorcycle riders: skip to the last two paras before the video – no explanation around bugs on stuff is required for you. Non-motorcycle riders FYI: Bikers who have a…
This is me and my friend James (aka Jim) near the Pakenham five-span bridge on October 9, 2022, about fifteen minutes after we had been headed in opposite directions…
Anyone with a cat, especially one with long hair, will immediately identify with my rider friend John Rest’s poem entitled ‘cat hair.’ (What else, right?) I absolutely LOVE the…
A Harley rider named Michael commented on a post I had written for the Toronto Spring Motorcycle Show’s Second Annual Biker Poetry Contest and shared on my Facebook page; he wrote: “I…
Yippee! Spring is only days away and riding season will soon be upon us. That’s the good news. The bad news is that the streets and roads in and…
if you ride a motorcycle, you know what poetry is. instinctively. you know the sounds, the sights, the smells, the feel, and yes, even the taste of being on a…