Market Day-P. H. B Lyon

MARKET DAY

The street that past my window runs

Links up the country with the town,

And all the world on market day

Along my street goes up and down.


The great farm-horses, clip-a-clop,

Tossing their heads and stepping slow,

With coloured favours in their manes

From bondage into bondage go;


Their glossy coats give back the sun,

Their minds are packed with memories

Of master-voices, rustling stalls,

The brown lands naked to the skies;


And now a pattering flock of sheep

Swarm by in huddled meek distress,

And shut the traffic down, and break

Their drivers' hearts with foolishness;


And market carts from dawn to dusk

Come clattering down the cobbled street,

With fruits and vegetables fresh

With dew, and children country-sweet


Dreaming upon the dirty straw,

Or watching city chimneys smoke,

With, deep behind their restless eyes,

The quietude of rustic folk.


P. H. B. LYON


Summary: 'Market Day' by P. H. B. Lyon is a poem that vividly captures the bustling scenes of a market day on a street connecting the country with the town, where farm horses, adorned with coloured favours, make their way from one duty to another, reflecting the cycle of work and bondage, while memories, voices, and the vast open lands fill their minds; sheep create moments of chaos and halt the traffic, bringing a sense of meek distress, and market carts filled with fresh produce and accompanied by children from the countryside pass by, evoking the serene spirit of rural life hidden within their gaze amidst the city's chimneys and busy streets.

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