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 Gods, they smiled As plans you told Group cycle ride Despite the cold. Out in countryside Rain like spear Bad day for puncture Mused he at rear. The assassin thorn Lay in silent wait Its pointed dagger Was someone’s fate. Heavens pouring down Prayers for release Coffee stop pending So pace increase. […]
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 […]