Market Rasen Poem by Clive Culverhouse

Inhaling the freshness of summer musing
Where flatlands eat up
The patchwork underfoot
As the sun is casting
Evenly until the land yawns
And stretches up skyward
Where the Rase springs
And flurries to the dawdle
Of a soothing ripple heading toward
A once busy market
That dons a cap to
A gentle stroller making their way
To a crowd-filled corner
Where racing hooves thunder
To a cheer that breaks
The otherwise claiming silence