Pickins For The Crows
A Poem by TFSneider
I met Tim (TFSneider) while on a Patriot Guard mission. As we talked, I told him about the magazine and he told me that he wrote poetry about motorcycling in our region. He showed me some of his work and I really liked it. So much so that I encouraged him to allow us to publish his work and he agreed. Now all we need to do is convince him to publish monthly and the world (at least our little chunk of it) will be a very nice place indeed.
This poem that he submitted is absolutely perfect for this issue. The subject matter of the poem fits nicely with the article on the World Wide Motorcycle Awareness ride and we could not have asked for a better fit.
So here is TFSneiders first submission and lets hope for many more.
Pickins for the Crow
By TFSneider
Work at 8, on the road by 7.
38 degrees; brisk but clear.
I only have 23 miles to go
Traffic is light; little to fear.
A hundred yards up in the ditch
A bloated dead deer carcass lay.
And perched upon its snout
Was a Crow just pickin’ away.
I thought about my ride
And if that deer t’was me.
And how some too-busy cager (people caged within the confines of a vehicle)
Just didn’t happen to see.
If a cager makes a text or calls
When he is supposed to be drivin’
Watches everything but the road
His radio’s jumpin’ and jivin’.
Do you think for one minute
He’s aware to where he goes?
For in one blink of an eye
A biker is pickins’ for the crows.
Although bikers party a bit
And tend towards hedonistic
They’re very aware of how they ride
Let’s be realistic.
Skulls and snakes and long fork rakes
Dark glasses and leather clothes
Display very well we ride towards hell,
And maybe … pickins’ for the crows.
Cagers!! Pay attention t’wher your going
Don’t just stare at the stripes.
Keep your eyes open, turn down the tunes,
And listen for our pipes.
There’s reasons bikers draw attention
Most every where we go.
We don’t want to end up
Pickins for the crow.