Beyond Fen Ditton

They do not roam, for it’s too

Far to cycle home. 

Waggonways from old

Mines run down to the River

Tyne, walked and cycled.

Homes fit for heroes

Who cycle, raise children and

Grow vegetables.

They shall build houses

But they shall build bike paths too

And plant trees, and hope. 

Fresh from the bike shop

Hum of new tyres, with smoothly

Shifting chain and wires. 

Smooth flat cycle paths

Leisurely wending their way

Along flowing rivers.

Cycle lane, untouched

Snow, while tracks elsewhere show where

Cyclists really go.