The chain that moves from crank to block Shifts us from life’s rut Links us to some higher stuff, mind Freed from paltry considerations, or Weighty thoughts of nations The grip of hand on bar our friendship clasp Freedom of the roads within our grasp Caress of ...
Latest Naas Cycling Club recruit Arianne Dunne in Capetown, South Africa, completing a fundraising sportive. Well done Arianne, we look forward to hearing all the news. Fantastic achievement 🙌🙌 ...
Newbridge Rail an automated Station No drips, no leaks, no flushing water Robot run, in perfect order Visitors welcome, but No foreign wee or poo upon arrival It’s to ensure our survival Pensioners we take for free A wee trip to Tipperary or Killarney Or perhaps a tourist ...
Real self, Of flesh and blood The warmth of mother’s womb cast out An unknown world Virtual self, Lifeless digital, on Social platform Media run Parents pride The touch, the feel, the squeal Of life, a miracle Created out of love Cold statistics, Distance travelled, races run ‘Friends’ in hundreds, ‘Kudos’ ‘Sharing’, ‘Likes’, Well done! A ...
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I sit here in my dreams Of younger days, wheels turning, Listening to the music of the road. Mountain air, sea breezes In motion, sweet caressing Passing through my spokes I have witnessed joys, and tumbles Hot and sunny days without blemish And cold unpleasant winter fare ‘Till on ...
An unfamiliar land A time of fading light In day the sun not near as bright Not many stars in sky at night Leaden limbs and failing sight Aching bones and rheumatoid And many more ailments beside It comes to all In youth a harmony Of body and of ...
A wondrous sight to see They came in numbers Cyclists milling, waiting for the start No race was here. They paid their fare Now the countryside was theirs Those famous spots, the Wall, the Curragh, Even the Duck Pond. An illustrious cyclist, Martin, Of Continental fame, he gave his ...
Leicester’s King was found beneath the paving stones. Ours for period short did lie by Liffey side Before surrendering two wheels for four As to Naas he was rushed in panic as he did roar A trolley quickly summoned became his lie In sterile surroundings ...
More than forty years here Lots of comings and goings New arrivals, growing-up and moving on Old people dying Paving riddled with potholes Worse than an old bog road. A patchwork quilt of patching A layer for each year Life goes on……. Summer sun and winter storms They made no ...
