Suited and booted

by Jem Croucher


I don’t know where they were going
all suited and booted and fine
But the pleasure of seeing them pass me by
was singularly mine
Seven o’clock in the morning
with London as quite as could be
A horse and carriage on Birdcage Walk
slowly passing by me

I watched as they reached the corner
and turned into Horse Guards Parade
the sound of the hooves on the tarmac
with the memory, starting to fade
And with regality epitomised
if only for a little while
The pomp and flair of yesteryear
certainly brought a smile

Photo – Jempics

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