Bob’s view was we couldn’t run <br />away, rain didn’t demand unilateral <br />surrender; we were men-at-arms <br />used at least to deprivation and <br />where was impending danger? <br /> <br />Didn’t stop the weak and gutless <br />leaving but not many came. The <br />wimps parade to exits gave us <br />strength in a belief that we were <br />made of steely sterner stuff. <br /> <br />We fooled no-one but us I had to <br />say; in pouring rain who came to <br />buy our goods? True undeniably <br />it was, and if it ever stopped or <br />eased we’d likely get to see. <br /> <br />In the event it didn’t and I packed <br />to leave; I know he envied me but <br />stayed to sell his dragon fruit. The <br />pilgrims earned his doggedness he <br />said by being resolute. <br />© 7 February 2010, I. D. Carswell<br /><br />Ivan Donn Carswell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/market-in-the-rain/
