So you like Cycle Speedway  

                                  

Where fire filled air smelled burning rubber

Like kicking dust like scandalous plumes

Like our sweet bicycles

Where saddled to frames, like bike’s of truth

We sold our dreams to child like youth

Where we peddled on so sold to oil in chains

Where straitening forks so hammered in grid

With sloped back frames like old tin lid

Where we stayed out till way past dark

I’m sure I heard like spaniels bark

So soon to fade away

Where dampened green like covered dirt

Mud paths, tree roots, baseball boots

Where hanging on sweet bluebell wood

Like chattering mums like growling dads

Came down to scorn at long lost sons

All clipped by ear dragged home by pants

Like tried and tested racing heads

We tucked up tight like neat made beds

Where listen now for echoes past

To all the dreams they could not last

Like what I’d give to take you back

Ride once more like an old grass track

Where none were first

Where none were last

Distant memories forgotten past

My sweetest thoughts like childhood lost