Maths Lesson

by Derek Morrison Looked out of the high window Outside the rain poured down It was first class on a Monday And Jimmy Skinner had a frown. He was a teacher of some repute For ferocious temper on short fuse So Jimmy Skinner’s expression Much increased our Monday blues. “All, show me your home-work!” Came the  curt command […]

Poor Johnny of Seann Cathair

by Derek Morrison The classroom door burst open He came in, thick tawse in hand Where’s Johnny McKenna? Teacher said; Johnny stand! Her face suddenly neutral She knew what was to come He was to set such an example For what little Johnny had done Now come to the front! Headmaster Moore commands As all child eyes […]

Ego Ride

by Derek Morrison I’m really not out for an ego ride Till I have the measure of who’s by my side And then I’ll slowly press the pace Lead them into a tacit race I’m struggling up this hill for now But when I get to that far off brow I’ll put my head down, […]

Deflation

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. […]

The Bridge

by Derek Morrison I’m the bridge of two rivers The Severn and Wye I’m seen from a distance My two towers in the sky. I’m the bridge of two countries England and Wales Offering a gateway To many new trails. I’m the bridge of two pathways For feet and pedaled wheel Most know only of […]

Black Ice

by Derek Morrison There had been frost on the ground but we still set out on our way ‘There will be an improving sunny situation’ the forecast did say Despite the cold, a set of eager faces had turned up for the ride It would be a shame to disappoint them, so anxiety pushed aside. […]

Road Rage

by Derek Morrison Driving at speed in your insulated box Feeling the pressure of time, your obsession with clocks Now who are these people who get in your way? It’s those lyrca-clad pedalers out for the day. Why do they wobble so, in and out? What are they pointing at, and why do they shout? They […]