by Derek Morrison I have a new toy and it’s very very light It’s made of carbon fibre, and its lines are tight It has disc brakes and an electric gear Much better than the one I bought last year. It looks so good I don’t want to take it for a ride Messing up […]
by Derek Morrison Over the two bridges that look like one For a border weave is today’s cycle run On the other side we’re through South Wales’ gate Onwards past Chepstow’s outskirts, keep riding straight. On the A466 to St Arvans, we head Now a small climb to the top, but no sweat need be […]
by Derek Morrison You tell ‘your people’ to slow down He turned to see her wrinkled frown What ‘people’? He somewhat fazed You ‘people’ her face now blazed Her eyes had scanned his attire It was this that had set the fire His uniform was of the hated ‘others’ No individuals, just bands of brothers […]