19/06/2026
And now for something completely different... 🏍️✍️
What do you get when an amateur poet from Northumberland writes a poem for a group of female bikers in Scotland?
Apparently, lots of smiles, and a donation to our hospice at home care services!
Our resident wordsmith recently penned a poem for a wonderful group of lady bikers north of the border. They were so touched by his verses that they asked if they could send him a little something as a thank you.
Rather than keeping the reward for himself, he asked that the money be donated to support our hospice at home care services instead. Thank you 🙏
So, a huge thank you to these generous bikers for their kindness and support. Who knew that a few carefully chosen words could travel so far and do so much good?❤️
We are incredibly grateful for your donation and delighted to share the poem that inspired it. Enjoy! ❤️
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Across the border roads they ride.
With roaring engines, side by side,
Through Cheviot Hills so green and wide,
The Maidens ride with hearts of pride.
In leather black and denim blue,
They chase the dawn through mist and dew.
No storm too fierce, no wind they rue,
For every mile they thunder through.
From Berwick walls to Carter Bar,
They follow roads both near and far,
Their chrome machines shine like a star,
A sisterhood of steel they are.
When one falls back, the others wait,
For loyalty outweighs all fate,
Their bonds are strong, their friendships great,
No maiden left outside the gate.
The village folk all smile and and wave,
At riders bold and riders brave,
For every twisting road they crave,
The freedom only two wheels gave.
And when the sun slips from the sky,
And swallows wheel where curlews cry,
Their engines sing a lullaby,
Beneath the moon that hangs on high.
So here’s ti maidens, fierce and free,
Who ride from hill to shining sea,
The finest sight there’ll ever be
The borders queens of road and lea.
