''We will call Musical thought " declares Thomas Carlyle about poetry. Adhering to his thoughts On the world music day today 21-6-22, let's read some poetry and feel the music.
''The peddler's caravan" by William Brighty Rands is here for you to read it once and sure to make you feel the music.
I wish I lived in a caravan,
With a horse to drive, like a peddler-man!
Where he comes from nobody knows,
Or where he goes to, but on he goes!
His caravan has windows two,
And a chimney of tin, that the smoke comes through;
He has a wife, with a baby brown,
And they go riding from town to town.
Chairs to men, and delf to sell!
He clashes the basins like a bell;
Tea -trays, baskets ranged in order,
Plates, with alphabets round the border!
The roads are brown, and the sea is green,
But his house is like a bathing -machine;
The world is round, and he can ride,
Rumble and slash, to the other side!
With the peddler -man I should like to roam,
And write a book when I came home;
All the people would read my book,
Just like the Travels of captain cook !
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