Consider first this small extract from the original Death and Dr Hornbook by Robert Burns, written in 1785 (Source: BBC) Ev’n them he canna get attended, Altho’ their face he ne’er had kend it, Just shite in a kail-blade, an’ sent it, As soon’s he smells ‘t, Baith their disease, and what will mend it, At […]
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 Mind of driver Place to be Mental toolkit Survival key. Don’t perceive Road like you Insulated box Sans environment cue. Street metal Raise no alarm Holes and bumps Cause no harm. Thorn and gravel Or scattered mire Zero influence Low profile tyre. Don’t understand Why you weave So much road Perceive you […]