At The Market Poem by Margaret O Driscoll

A hot Summer's day
market stalls everywhere
Smoke rises from the barbeque,
customers queue in the square
A lady is busily braiding hair,
a man sells boots and shoes
A mother sells blankets,
her daughter takes a snooze

Books are propped on steps,
clothes hang pole to pole
Goods of all kinds
for body, mind and soul
Bubbles in the pond,
bubbles in the air
Children in the water,
bubbles in their hair

Pictures of hay making,
of men footing turf
Pictures of wildflowers,
of seashells by the surf
Cockerels crow in crates
'cock a doodle do'
Pots of flowering plants
with a sign 'fiver for two'

Antiques on tables,
sets of silverware,
a couple of lustre jugs,
a sturdy súgán chair
Some semi precious stones
glisten in the sun
Five herbs for a tenner
another deal is done

Lots of bric-a-brac,
a willow-patterned plate,
tupperware containers,
an unused fire grate
Smiles on people's faces,
ice cream on toddlers chins,
a breeze blows from the bay
wasps buzz around the bins

Trays of cabbage plants,
lettuce by my feet
The aroma of brewing coffee
drifts down the street
Shoppers chat beside the stalls
sellers are laid back, no fuss
Bags laden down with bargains
to take home on the bus