A Biker's Funeral

(In memory of Stephen (Reggie) Pearce
of Kilnsea,1980–2005)

The wind blows cold through the churchyard trees

by Pete Crowther Click to read full poem

Comments (18)

A very sorrowful occasion elegantly penned in beautiful poetic diction, to vividly recreate the ceremony in readers minds. Death is a very bad reaper often going after unripe fruits. But then, dust to dust is a must. A lovely poem bristling with emotion. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
this is beautiful. and this will live forever like your memories. well done. x
This person must have been such a wonderful soul that attracts many to bid the final farewell. Wonderful elegy. I feel I too missed him a lot, whoever he is. God bless.
What a lovely ode to one who died so young. Sounds like this guy was very dearly thought of and loved. It's good to preserve those thoughts in a poem. HG xx
Fully descriptive to were you could feel the vibrations from the engines as the rumbled. Great write Patricia
Wow! I can smell the engines and hear the echos of music still ringing in my ears.... very simply phrased and beautiful.
Outstanding Peter not only the detail but the images produced, as a biker myself for over fifty years, I know what this is like as I have attended more then a few myself, a pleasure to read though. Regards Graham.
I had a dear cousin, a biker through and through. When he died at a very young age, we were all heartbroken. Two things stand out - the sound of the motorcade of bikers to his funeral, and the fact that when it came time to close the grave, as the back hoe moved in to do it, the bikers stopped the backhoe, picked up shovels, and closed his grave. How sweet a service for a dear friend and fellow biker. This poem really touched my heart. Linda
Peter- Your described everything so well. I could picture the whole thing. The title caught my attention. My dad rides a harley, and he told me about some people he knew that died in a bike crash. Mostly when larger vehicles don't see or hear them. Its so sad when you hear or read about it happening. Great poem, Trina Elam
Great elegy. I'm sure he would have loved it! !
May your words speak for all bikers that have lost their lives on the highway...Great tribute Peter! !
Hello Peter, I was attracted to the title of your poem, because I have loved and lost many a friend in this way. I think, looking back at least a dozen school friends died in this way before they were 20. It sickens me, that young people takes such risks...die young, stay pretty sort of attitude to life. I understand the buzz but the waste and grief is beyond me. A tribute poem and hopefully a lesson to those who ride those mean machines. 9 from me. All the best Tai
The question of death is really hard to answer, isn't it? May he rest in heaven and we all meet God's Mercy...
Such a sad occasion, but you wrote a wonderful poem to show death can unite.
Peter, this is nice. Ur descriptions are vivid, i can picture the whole thing. A wonderful tribute indeed. Good job, Peter =)
Significant poem Peter- Motorcyclists will bond - death can unite - Egal Bohen..
as sad as this is, I get the feeling he would of wanted to die riding his bike...though I don't really know since I didn't actually know him. either way, this is a wonderful tribute to another soul...well done my friend..
It must have been a splendid send off Peter, and your poem is a tribute indeed. Sincerely Ernestine