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Poetry Transport Victorian

Penny Farthing

#poetry #victorian #transport #wheels

A penny farthing, Passing the lowry in Salford. Stock Photo by Alamy – Messed about a bit by Inky.

Look at Me!
on a Victorian street,
a marvellous thing
that’s hard to beat

I rest by a wall
where I stand up tall
I can be seen by the noble
the Blacksmith , and all

My rider sits down
on th’seat – wood and brass
Awaiting a whistle
Allowing him to pass

And as I pass toy shop
the children all cheer!
As adults enter hostelry
picking up beer

And as I pass neighbours
on pavement nearby
Pigeons on Barbers roof
begin to fly

As the rider moves off
I begin to wobble
with my wheel catching corner
of raised shiny cobble

But my rider is careful
– or else he would fall
so he keeps his head high
and body straight and tall

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History Museums Poetry

The terrace at No3

#Octpowrimo #Cobbledstreets #England #Northern #Salford #Lancashire

A piece of poetry by inky, based on the terraced house on Lark Hill Place. A restored Victorian Street in Salford’s Museum and art gallery.

Old building by cobbles,
Oak table , and chairs
Copper kettle boiling on the stove
near to the stairs



Fruit from the Grocers,
cutup and cored,
is ready for the pie bowl
in the oven its stored

Washboard, and Dolly Tub
in Backyard unhooked
ready for washing
that’s been overlooked

And when its been cleaned
and gleaming with pride
they’ll dry on a line
on pegs hanging outside

Cut up apples in a bowl

Sweep by the cobbles

some work is his goal

so he watches the chimney

as the food cooks on coals


And today, family living here
is having them a guest,
so they’ve laid out the cutlery
and porcelain that is best.

Victorian table, set for dinner with Plates for Soup, mains and pudding.
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Cycling History Transport

Penny Farthing

A Marvel of Invention –

the people look on proud.

A noble gent is making

his way through the crowd.

He’s sat on a seat – made of wood and of brass

awaiting peelers whistle – which lets him go past

Seeing his neighbours going on by

and passing pigeons off tiled roofs they fly.

Just then, rider moves and his bike starts to wobble,

so he looks briefly round for a stray or loose cobble.

But our hero must take care – or else he will fall

So he rides with his head high, body straight and tall.

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History Museum Poetry

The terrace at No 3

A descriptive piece on a building in Lark Hill Place, at Salford’s Museum and Art Gallery.

Old building by Cobbles

with Oak table and chairs,

Copper Kettle boils on stove

near to the stairs.

Fruit from the grocers,

is cut up and cored

ready for the pie crust

in the oven its stored.

Washboard and Dolly tub

in the back yard they’re hooked

ready for the washing

that’s been overlooked

And when they are rinsed out

and gleaming with pride

they’ll dry on a washing line

on pegs hanging outside

And on the Oak table

the porcelain that’s the best

as the family that lives here

is having a guest.

Lark Hill Place