Barbara Corner Ackroyd

Dayton Beach Shores, FL, USA

Born in Preston, Lancashire, Barbara was raised and educated in Halifax, Yorkshire, England. She emigrated to the United States of America in 1967. She retired from a banking career and is a licensed hairdresser in Florida. She is married to John M. Ackroyd B.Sc.. and has one daughter and one son, and four grandchildren. Barbara is involved in local organizations—two being the Daytona Chapter of the Transatlantic Brides and Parents Association and the Garden Club of Ponce Inlet. Her poetry is in The National Library of Poetry. She hopes people will see amusement and joy in her writings.

Daytona Beach Bikers

Daytona Beach, A1A.
Harley Thunder is here to stay.
Over the years the numbers have risen,
From 25,000 to 3/4 million.
The custom bikes are of superior design,
With fabulous paintwork, unlike yours or mine.

Black and chrome, red blue and white.
Stars and stripes, they ride into the night.
North South East and West,
They journey here because it's the best.

Heads held high and helmets atop,
They ride in packs and obey the cops.
Their patriotism shows for all to see,
They are men and women as proud as can be.

Beards and bandanas, tee shirts and tops,
Saloons are busy so is I.H.O.P.
They wear their leathers all shiny and black,
Wings and eagle emblems displayed on their backs.

Excitement mounts in our fair city,
Just four more days, what a pity.
For ten brief days our highways are theirs,
The motels and campsites are happy to share.

These gentle giants with thunderous machines,
Are an occasional diversion from our lives serene.
You stimulate our economy with dollars you spend.
We wish you safe riding and keep up the trend.

Your causes are many with charities anew,
You give of your time for sick children too.
So Harley Riders and other riders too,
Come back again, because Daytona Beach loves you.

As you leave our city and travel afar,
God bless you all from Daytona Beach shores.

Schuylkill

There is an area called Schuylkill Haven,
the hills and valleys are tranquil, almost like heaven.
From atop the hillsides all lush and green,
Mother Nature bestowed her beauty, with views to be seen.

There are hidden railroads, streams, canals and rivers too.
Century old farmhouses and a one-room school house too.
There is Yuengling Brewery, the legendary Molly McGuires,
a court house in Pottsville, where justice transpires.

Bees, butterflies, locusts and ants,
humming birds, rabbits, groundhogs and chipmunks.
Deer, raccoons, a bear or two,
if you love the outdoors, rural district one is for you.