The old streets growing up
weren’t that much fun
as the last of the horse and carts
made their way through town
You knew when the
Rag and Bone Man were coming
though his voice boomed through the street
there was a noise that was much louder
A Hard Noise Of Hardened Iron
meeting slabs of solid stone
announcing to all – we’re here
with the sound of clip following clop
and later in the day
feet followed horse
from walk to green
on a visit to a cherished auntie
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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