a market place comes awake <br />from its slumber, <br />of last nights wake, <br /> <br />folks stroll in upon <br />by ones and twos <br />shopkeepers, shoppers, sleepy <br />eyed and wide awake <br /> <br />go about their business, apart and together, <br />to start a new day, <br />sounds and smells become louder and sharper <br /> <br />Sol's eye, rises higher in the sky, <br />bangs and clangs, voices more boisterous grow, <br />motors of cars, truck and cart fill up <br /> <br />orchestrated to sound the sigh <br />of a markets cry, barking dogs, <br />hawkers, walkers and speedy folk <br /> <br />joined together to sing the song, <br />of a market; s hustle, <br />crowded walks soon flooded, <br /> <br />with a bustle of activity <br />I, would not have it otherwise<br /><br />shimon weinroth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/market-to-market/
