Cobbles

Cobbles

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

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