Feisty strong and true
We bike the world in unison
With our trusty crew
Up hills and down hills
Nothing phases us
No one says 'I've had enough
I'd rather get the bus'
Hillside, forest, coast and town
We are of some renown
'It's womantours!' People cheer
'Declare a holiday. Have a beer.
Have you ever seen the like
All those women on their bikes'.
Now listen close while I do tell
Of how we all do so well
Pedaling hard down the land
From Canadian border to Ventura sand
We do not have to search for grub
Or make a dash to the pub
For Patty's here. Hurray! Hurray!
Mixing and stirring all the way
Making us delicious meals
So we can triumph on those wheels.
What a chef! What a cook!
Dutch oven champion in everyone's book
Pasta, salad, meat and rice.
Brownies too! Oh how nice!
Coleslaw, cobbler, crisps and cream
Patty the woman tours' culinary dream.
How we love to taste your wares
Which banish all those weary cares.
So Patty. Fare the well. Adieu.
We will miss you. Boo hoo! Boo hoo!
Thank you for your talents rare
Your smiling face and all your care.
We'll think of you along the way.
All our love is what we say.
by Sheila Ruckley
Angus, UK
Pacific Coast Tour 2012
1 comment:
That is a very beautiful poem. Sounds as if she is going to be very greatly missed. You gals have so much fun. Wish I was wealthy enough to get out their and ride with you on some of your tours. Keep going. Good job!
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