The kids all pledged allegiance,
Then sat to start their day.
One little girl was deep in thought,
Over what she was going to say.

One by one, each took a turn,
to talk about their Dad.
She wondered if the kids would laugh,
If her teacher would be mad.

There were uniforms with badges,
An abundance of suits and ties.
It was then a smile beamed from her face,
For she had realized.

He really wasn't like the rest,
Not part of any crowd.
This little girl in coveralls,
Stood tall and said so proud…

"My Daddy is a Biker.
He wears no ties, no suits
Leather is his uniform.
He wears big biker boots."

"The pins on my Daddy's vest,
are the badges that he wears.
He takes toys to girls and boys,
Because my Daddy cares."

"My Daddy takes me everywhere.
We have lots of fun.
You go on vacations.
We go on a run."

"He always likes to ride to work.
Mommy likes to say….
You can hear your Daddy coming home.
From half a mile away."

"That is all I have to say.
But I am really glad….
My Daddy is a Biker.
But most of all….My Dad."

For my daughter, Victoria, who is way too much like me.

By The Ironhorse Writer™
4/12/2002

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