
Market Day
A Saturday morn, it’s more than usual
A respite from my daily grind of work
A little late in waking up for cereal
A measly reward for a tired bloke
The highlight of the day is march my way
The busy marketplace some distance away
The multitude of vehicles the ply the route
The procession so slow and brute
A crowd of busy people, a good mix of class
A throng of sweaty carters paraded in the mess
A good man’s merchant for fruits and veggies
A butcher’s knife carving some beef cubies
The fishes from all shapes and sizes, dead or alive
The stinky air and slippery pavement all in sight
The chorus of traders persuading you to buy
The haggling for bargain is a welcome delight
A wet and a dry section of food and general goods
A cacophony of sounds and colors alike
A real labyrinth of alleyways to here and fro
A true newbie’s skill and temper will be tested fully
The market’s energy is always a zenith high
The elated mood of people to bargain and trade
The distinct smell and the livid colors of new catch
The sight to behold is always a shoppers’ delight
Dennis P. Maitim
June 10, 2008