Market To Market Poem by shimon weinroth

a market place comes awake
from its slumber,
of last nights wake,

folks stroll in upon
by ones and twos
shopkeepers, shoppers, sleepy
eyed and wide awake

go about their business, apart and together,
to start a new day,
sounds and smells become louder and sharper

Sol's eye, rises higher in the sky,
bangs and clangs, voices more boisterous grow,
motors of cars, truck and cart fill up

orchestrated to sound the sigh
of a markets cry, barking dogs,
hawkers, walkers and speedy folk

joined together to sing the song,
of a market; s hustle,
crowded walks soon flooded,

with a bustle of activity
I, would not have it otherwise