To us Lee Sheridan is not only the Publisher/Editor of the New York/New England Edition of Full Throttle Magazine, but also the New York Edition`s ... House Poet.

We at RoadPoet are always excited and greatful whenever we find a fellow Motorcycle Publication that publishes Bikerpoetry and has its own House Poet.

Sheridan, a Native New Yorker, says that she began writing poetry at age 11, has studied Piano and written music lyrics. Her work has not only been published in the New York Edition of Full Throttle Magazine, but has been requested by and published by other Full Throttle Magazine Editors throughout the Country. She has also had her work published in Easy Rider Magazine and has written an afterword for an 'Extraordinary' Motorcycle Art Book showcasing nearly 400 color photographs of 'Amazing' Art work done by 50 of the World`s 'most talented' Motorcycle Painters.

Lee Sheridan`s Poetry goal for 2006 is to see her work in a book of poetry.

Now that we have answered 'the unasked question,' does she write? We can now ask and answer the next important question, 'Does she ride?'

The answer is YES ... She does ride!

Lee has a 1973 Harley-Davidson Ironhead Sportster that her husband, Greg Sheridan, built for her from the ground up.

We wish Lee Sheridan best miles and verses in the future and happy publishing in the New Year!

The sun was bright and the sky was clear,
How could we have known disaster was near?

The devil was in the clouds, he had taken flight.
Destination New York was in his sight.

The sky was burning; I thought the end was near,
My mind was deafened I couldn`t hear.

Then the inconceivable happened my eyes couldn`t believe
These massive twin brothers were brought to their knees

All those who were lost we can never replace
They live on in our hearts in their own special place

The light that shines in us all was dimmed that dark day
Yet it still burns inside us to help light the way

Not only for ourselves, but for the many others
To shed light on the lives of our sisters and brothers

As time goes on and we move ahead
I`ve gone over it my mind and have often said

It only a warning could have awoken our soul
It could have given us a chance at taking control

Faces I see on the street, I looked through each day
I see them now in a different way

9-11-01 has become part of our history
Events that day will remain a mystery

We look towards our future and our children`s as well
To ease the pain and bury the hell

The skyline has been altered and will never look the same
But the spirit of New Yorker`s will always remain