by Derek Morrison Troll Kings now ride the wave New prophets, the world to save Deadly weapons they now wield Vicious words seed virtual-field Fracking anxieties and discontents Fuelling egos, exploiting vents Thought leaders of the virtual age Putative masters of creating rage Recruiters for intellectual bubbles Silo builders for shared troubles. So grains of sand can feel like rocks And tiny birds pretend […]
by Derek Morrison Elite racing cyclists we do admire So we must use their size of tyre But from this thinking we should cease Because rolling resistance it does increase. Such an idea may fly like an arrow Towards our beloved tyres so narrow But listen here and then pay heed Fatter tyres can mean […]
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 […]