Long Trikes Poems

Fortunately, when I was young, what I perceived - 'my kingdom' - 
spanned - and I'm not kidding you...seven - city - blocks!
But being neither worried about - nor having fully mastered - 
the tricky...

Read More

Away up north where it’s snowing they say
the elves are preparing for Christmas day.
Big elves little elves, busier than bees
All building toys, for under Christmas trees.

Some work with hammers others building bikes,
some riding through the...

Read More

When I go hiking with my dog,
(let's get that straight, my husband's dog,)
I find that Simon knows no path.
He wants to roam about in yards
which leaves our neighbors in a flap.

This dog has taught me...

Read More

As I set out 
To jot down this poem 
I had no earthly idea 
Of what would transpose 

And who all would be 
Joining along 
I'm as surprised as you 
To these goings on 

I...

Read More

Harsh Mission / San Francisco, CA 2011

Through the harsh white sunlight
the random bits of cast offs tumble and stick
smeared to the pavement and layered upon
upright posts, from pillar to post they roll
on bikes and trikes,...

Read More

Santa omitted to visit our town 
Christmas Day was so sad ; all the kiddies let down .
Parents were livid and they all could remember
That letters were sent in early November .
No dolls prams or...

Read More

Riders

Rumble and thunder, 
here they come, 
no one dare, ask...
from where. 

The bikes, their trikes...
their toys for adventure, 
seen on the horizon, 
like a storm. 

Freedom in their banners, 
their plates made of;
gold, silver... winged,...

Read More

There once was a man, a New Yorker
Who was truly a cocky corker
He loved best his wife, and fixing bath pipes
With Bronx accent, a hearty talker

Fifty years he’d labored and toiled
Keeping pipes un-rusted and oiled
When...

Read More

The Eighties Edge

Life today is nothing but “No” “No.”
“No this”, “No that” wherever you may go.
The sign says, "This campus is smoke free."
Who owns the very sky and air we breathe?
Consider things around back in...

Read More

The Buzzards are looking to start a fight
The Flamingos are looking to start a fight
It looks like there will be trouble today 
There is a rumble on the way

The Buzzards, their babes, their Harley bikes
The...

Read More

Patriot Guard funeral Escort
Loch David Crane
August, 2008

Today is sunny: with three dozen bikes,
some decorated cars,  a pair of trikes,
two dozen Marines: all of the family
and toddlers to set their Daddy free
into the Great Beyond...

Read More

The McCormick family loves wheels
We like bikes, trikes, mopeds and motorcycles
We like Fords, Chevys, Lincolns and Cadillacs.

We are also racers.
Others watch the Indianapolis 500
We like driving like we just left the pit crew.
Our ancestors started...

Read More