Wednesday, 29 August 2012

PROGRESS

Somehow, it's all so different today
or is it just that the memories of yesterday
come wrapped in silken threads?

Clip, clop, clip, clop, clip, clop
as regularly as clockwork
Dolly plodded our way.
We lived in a small, but wide street.
right beside a lake.
As soon as we heard her coming
we two children raced to greet her.

The ever patient baker waited for us
and let us ride in the back of the cart,
nestled in between the cupboards
that were filled with fresh loaves.
What a treat that was -
we rode with them for a whole two calls
and very reluctantly climbed down
in front of our house.

We handed over our money in exchange for a fragrant, crusty loaf.
Somehow, though, Mum's was always a little hollow,
or so we told her.
We simply couldn't resist eating
a huge ball out of one end.


Clip, clop, clip, clop, clip, clop
Supermarket loaves could never be the same.

(c) Crissouli




5 comments:

  1. If anyone is having problems posting here, could you please contact me at the address given in About Me. Thank you, Crissouli

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  2. I don't remember horses but I do remember riding on the bike with dad to buy fresh loaves from the bakery and pulling out the soft white centres:-)

    I don't have problems posting comments BTW.

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  3. Have just made 13th attempt: Dolly, dear Dolly, this is my 13th attempt at telling you how much I loved hearing your clip-clopping down that street, at saying how much I loved smelling your delicious fresh-baked bread and at how much I loved seeing those 2 lovely smiling young passengers sitting up there with you :) . Tried using Google id - did not work and tried using Wordpress - did not work :((

    This is on behalf of The Silver Voice, whose tenacity and patience is incredible... c'mon, blogger, allow her to post with wordpress ID!

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  4. Thank you so much... nice to have you visit.

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