Newmarket

People and horses The Newmarket was the oldest market in town farmers came here selling potatoes and other greenery Their women-folk sold thick, long underwear winter can be cold when the North-west blows. Horse manure was quickly scooped up the town’s housewives good for the rosebushes. Horse piss gave off a fragrance of time gone by. Time changed, first slowly farmers had trucks sold orange, tomatoes and exotic fruits never heard of before and one day the horses to had gone. Everybody was busy not time for a wee dram and a chat. It was the horses that made the market pretty oddly enough the iron ring on the railing is still here Waiting for the warm breath of the workhorses.