I remember as a child seeing the Rag and Bone man coming through the streets of Salford with his Horses and Cart, this ode is dedicated to them
When I look at your eyes, your tale sings out,
Cerebral thoughts move slowly through the cobbled streets.
Children listen to your song of Melancholy
as you tirelessly lag your Masters goods around
But Complain You ? for this noblest of the Ark?
No, you’ve done your bit, and made your mark
As your owner rides you and your cart through the rain
You move across ground, like an express train
And when trading’s over and night comes to pass
You’ll sleep outside caravan – enjoying long grass
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