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 I struggle hard to understand My obsession with the leading brand A transient boost to needy pride Makes this the only one to ride Reassuringly expensive the price I paid To project the image I wish conveyed Pursuing quality is what I claim Not tacit value in branded name But lesser brands […]
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 […]