The Lamp-lighter Poem

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Historical Fiction  |  House: Poems
Just a flash-back to an earlier time, some of which still lives.

Submitted: June 20, 2016

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The hooves met the pavement,

Clip-clop, clip-clop,

While the flow of the river

Has no reason to stop.

Sounds of water, of horses,

And the clock in the tower

Blends the old and the new,

At this late evening hour.

 

The Lamp-lighters are forgotten

As is the Lamp-lighters call,

But the carriages still cater

To the romantic in us all.

Ah, those rides around the park

Beneath a fetching moon;

Some still huddle in blankets,

Even in June.

 

Clip-clop, clip-clop,

 The hooves meet the road,

While people stroll by the river

And Chess-nuts are sold.

The street lights still flicker

But there's no ring of the bell,

No lamp-lighter calling,

The time and All's Well.

 

D. Thurmond / JEF

06-17-2016


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