The Rag Market and the Church

Stalls with red plums, green grapes and yellow corn And bits and bobs in the market of rags. The Bullring was a buzz with life that morn Children in prams, elderly carrying bags. And amongst giant traders the Lamb does stand St. Martin’s Church a light of new engage A sole gargoyle peers down without command Stone faced to change brought on by time and age. Pigeons and Doves all walked in front of you Some black, some white, some still with fear without And yours became the face that I found true The way you smiled with calm, removed all doubt. At dusk I dreamt you held my soul awhile, And through your watch slept like a peaceful child.