Master and Disciples

A world once rough, now soft and still, Where chrome and steel, once stood on the hill, The bikers roam, a symbol of pride, But their days are numbered, they cannot hide. A young photographer stumbles upon their trail, A culture unique, a way of life, so bold and pale, But as he learns, he comes to see, The kindness hidden, the mastery. With passion and grace, they teach the young the art, Of balancing on two wheels, from the very start, They soar with teacher, across the open road, The wind rushing past, with no heavy load. But as they ride, he sees the change, The city grows, and their freedom rearranged, Gentrification brings a new world to dawn, Their homes los...View all