The following is a poem written by former member Bob Chadwick and read out by him at our annual reunion:
BOOTS AND SPURS
A Century ago our club was born of poverty and strikes
A message to the people conveyed by folks on bikes
What better way to spread the word throughout the countryside
Vote labour was the Clarion Call; they spread it far and wide
How times have changed from days long past to what we have today
How could our founding members forsee we had to pay?
The motor car is now the King, how can we stem the tide
The future battle now is clear, to preserve our right to ride
Some here today can reminisce about the Clarion long time past
The fifties were the halcyon days, to bad they didn’t last
Sam and Ida Derby, Joe and Evelyn, Alt and Ida too,
Ellis Barlow and Bill Dutton old then when we were new.
Now that we are getting old, we must try to take their place
Companionship on clubruns and training lads to race
But where are all the youngsters to keep our sport alive
To most of them a bikes a toy discarded when they learn to drive
But though your small in numbers the will is to survive
You still have stalwart members whose efforts could revive
Bury Clarion’s fortunes Don’t let the section die
You owe it to the past to have a damn good try.