Fair Day In Carrick
Jostling between the cattle
as they crowded the street
with steaming bodies
I steered my bicycle to school.
Fresh manure lay
in puddles on the ground,
plastering my shoes
with sloppy mush.
Men with caps and hats
at all angles, slapped hands
and bargaine, buying
and selling all day long
Many shop windows
were nailed with slats of wood,
to prevent the glass
being gored by horns.
A few livelier beasts might
wander into pubs and shops,
causing consternation.
On my way home,
shopkeepers with buckets
of water and yardbrushes,
tried to clean the street,
but it still reeked of beasts
and a day of dung.
Copyright © Mary Guckian | Year Posted 2015
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