It was summer last, when I discovered the Lock, <br />But returning in winter, I was in for a shock. <br />In summer, the Market is in its full glory, <br />But, in winter, it paints a very different story. <br /> <br />In summer, I strolled around a bustling square, <br />But returned there in winter to find it all but bare. <br />In summer, with people, the Market is thronging, <br />But, in winter, for people, the Market is longing. <br /> <br />In summer, people tucked into pakora and pies, <br />Deep fried mars bars and burgers and fries. <br />In summer, there are visitors from every race, <br />But, in cold winter months, this isn't the case. <br /> <br />In summer, Camden Market comes alive, <br />But, in winter, there's a rather different vibe. <br />In summer, Camden boasts a great atmosphere, <br />But in the winter, very few ever venture near. <br /> <br />In summer, the traders all set up their stalls, <br />But, in winter, very few of them bother at all. <br />In winter, the traders, who still come every day, <br />Stay a few hours, then pack their wares away. <br /> <br />In winter, the customers do not hang around, <br />And the traders do not make many pounds. <br />In summer, around the stalls, the people roam, <br />But in winter, they'd much rather stay at home. <br /> <br />Of summer sun, Camden needs an injection, <br />To steer it back in the right direction. <br />In winter, the Market is somewhat depressing, <br />But, in summer, it receives a rainbow dressing. <br /> <br />I just can't wait for the days to get hotter, <br />So that, around the stalls, people will potter. <br />Of atmosphere, in winter, there is a big lack: <br />Oh, how I wish for the summer to come back!<br /><br />Angela Wybrow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/camden-market/
