Flashes From Childhood 1. The Clydesdales. Comments

My Lady you conjured up my childhood brilliantly Sometimes I was allowed to drive the dustcart pulled by one of these magnificent creatures. I would not have changed places with the king. Horses can capture and hold your heart in a way no mechanical contrivance ever can I am particularly fond of the elizabethan poets writing in an age when every educated man was expected to be able to write poetry. I still prefer the discipline of formal rhymed and metered verse. Although very ocasionally I read a free verse poem written by someone who understands what they are writing and applaud. I have no time for random thoughts however poetical which are disjointed scribblings

Wonderful poem, Margery. Takes me right back to childhood when our sacks of coal were delivered on carts pulled by these magnificent beasts. They knew their routes and at which houses to stop....I can hear the clip, clop of their hooves.....and yes, the anuual fair, when we could have a ride atop one of these powerful horses. I don't like living in the past but some memories are well worth hanging onto... I enjoyed this immensely. Love, Fran xx

Hello Margery, I really enjoyed reading your childhood memory of those giant carthorses. How much has been lost with 'progress' and economic considerations taking precedence everywhere. Your richly evocative words bring back a whole world which was rather bleak at times, but which also had this sense of pride and (although I'm a bit wary of that word) dignity. I think the last stanza has a lot to say at least to me. Magda

Margery, Beautiful! Wonderful images. Love, Martin

Indeed Margery, you've painted a wonderful word-picture of these lovely gentle giants. It's lovely to remember them as you've done here, thank you...

This is beautiful Margery - there is so much love in your words of remembrance of these gentle giants with their furry feet and blinkered eyes. Yes, the irony of 'progress'. Might I suggest you leave out the last stanza. I think the poem is stronger without it. I love this one. Allie xxxx

Fond memories indeed, Margery. Thanks for sharing. There is something special in the eyes of all the heavy horses, which enamours those who choose to look in. Danny