What D’ye Lack?
By admin | September 21st, 2008 | Category: Poetry | No Comments »Horsedung and woodsmoke are sharp upon the morning air,And criers’ calls are all but lost within the babble of the throng at start of day.The mongers and the traders and the craftsmen must with lusty voicesVie to catch the traveler’s eye.What d’ye lack?Come hither – spy these melons, ripe and firm –Salt fish for sale [...]






