A Free Man

A Free Man

Sunday morning, nine A.M.
On the Payette South Fork road
Fifty degrees, crisp Autumn air
As the Aspens turn to gold

Head east towards Lowman
Then north to Stanley, a steady sixty-five
Ponderosas tower beneath blue skies
God, its great to be alive

To feel the cool morning chill
Smell the world you’re riding in
To hear the stream along the road
Take a bite of the rushing wind.

The most beautiful ride in Idaho
This Stanley to Ketchum run
Beneath the Sawtooth Mountains
In the warm September sun

A car behind presses me hard
An SUV, black as midnight
It roars around me at seventy –five
Blacked out windows, rolled up tight

The passengers protected from
The sunny world outside
In total, sealed off isolation,
On their sterile, joyless ride.

I pity them, for they’ll never know
In their driven, hurried rage
The bite of the wind, the smell of the pine
They are prisoners in a cage.

As for me, I’ll ride until snow flies
Ride as many miles as I can
For as I ride, my spirit soars
On my bike I ride, a free man.

Copyright 2007, Bill “uglicoyote” Davis


Lots of Biker Poems

The internet’s largest collection of Biker Poetry by individual poets can be found over at V-Twin Biker. It is growing all the time and QBall has started a fourth page of poetry. I’m proud to say that three of my own poems are the first on the new page.

New from Sorez

This Is Now
~by Sorez The Scribe

There’s nothing like a long haul ride
To shake the cobwebs from my mind
Karma finally swayed my way
As I throttle on today
I stayed the course strong and true
Never gave up on being who
I am the Brother I’ve always been
But doubted myself when downtime hit
Suffered through the loss and pain
Nothing more to lose yet all to gain
I wear my heart upon my sleeve
My Colors proud for all to see
Yeah there’s nothing like a long haul ride
To shake the cobwebs from my mind

Nice words from Kano

My Bro Kano over at Kano’s Coffee House-Motorcycle and Scooter Talk, has some nice words for this site and my poetry. Kano has some good things to say on many subjects and and his site is worth visiting.

A New poem by D-day Dean

A Dying Soul

I’m dying, I’m dying –

My soul is slowly dying.

You sit in the garage and beckon to me

“Can you come out and play?”

“I cannot,” I say “She has other plans for me today.”

I yearn to ride, to live and be free

But today that is not to be.

I hear your friends roar by – free in the wind

That’s how we were meant to be.

I can’t explain how I feel

She just doesn’t understand.

Together forever, one with the road

Exploring our great land.

For now, I live for the time that we steal

Exploring the country roads together.

The soul of a biker should never be caged

Running wild with my machine forever.

I’m dying, I’m dying –

My soul is slowly…..

-Written by Dean “D-Day”

Visit D-Day’s blog, Musings of a Contemplative Biker

My Column about Biker Poetry

The guest column that I penned is now online at Motorcycle Goodies in the Special Interest section. Check it out. I’m pleased as punch. The same column will appear later in the month in Connecticut Cruise News newspaper. I’ll let you know. Props to fellow poet Peddlar Bridges and to MarySusan at RoadHouse Press for their help.


Fellow poet and bro biker, Bikerwolf , has made some changes on his site, Bikerwolf’s Perspectives, adding a lot of new original work. This southern boy’s poetry won’t be everyone’s cup of tea, but some of it really rings true for me. Check out Vacation Time, Through and Through, and That Was Then. Bikerwolf has what the academics would call verisimilitude–he’s the Real Deal. Check him out and tell him I sent ya.

Keep On Keepin‘ On