Poems by Margie Fox
STOCKPORT
MARKET
I wandered down into the town
It was a bright September day,
Among the shopping crowds I went
To the market on my way.
Across the old Victorian bridge
That spans a chasm of a street
There went a crowd of eager feet
Into the cobbled market square where
Bright stalls were set around a handsome Market Hall
The Parish church looked over all.
The stalls sold everything to pick and choose
From vegetables to jewellery or shoes.
A cornucopia of wares displayed, the crowd did buy,
Smallholders smiled, they did a roaring trade.
But time had flown, the clock struck four,
I must not stay a minute more.
So I turned to go my homeward way
And pondered on the many years
Our town had held its Market Day.
by Margie Fox