Monday, 12 July 2021

Milkman


Childhood memories of gas lamps glowing
Dimly while distant hooves clip-clop 
On cobbles with the noise growing
Of rattling crates of milk on top

And the yodel of the milkman
As he dismounts his cart
Horse-drawn and then
The deliveries start.














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