Comment 2 of 2, added on February 10th, 2012 at 5:23 AM.
Where the Market BustledWe jynrueoed into town today, along Riber
Walk,where the periwinkles peered shyly from the hedgerowand the
rhododendrons displayed their wareslike a magician’s flower trick.The
park was in dappled shade, the scent of wild garlicpervasive and
all-encompassing. I plucked a few headsand allowed the delicate flavour to
permeate my tongue.The dogs are good around people though Bear still
checksmen for the one who was his first and only friend –before the years
he spent locked in the darkness of a shed.I tie them up outside the craft
shop. Trickster barks at everyonebut when I go back out to tell her to be
quiet I find a boyof seven or eight teasing her. He runs away.I strap a
piece of mounting board to my back and we head homewardthe wind pulling at
the plastic bag and the dogs plodding onwardlooking forward to a drink of
water and a biscuit.
Comment 1 of 2, added on November 12th, 2005 at 6:13 AM.
i think this poem was exactly what life is like and i like that you made
things that you see everyday a part of something that you like to do. this
poem explains life just how it is and how it has been for a really long
wendy from United States