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 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 […]
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 […]