As a child living in Queensland Avenue, one of the highlights of my day was sitting in the front window listening for the steady clip-clop
coming nearer and finally the horse-drawn delivery cart stopped quite close to where we lived.
As they settled in for the night at the Shipshewana Campground, Wheeler and Woodward were lulled to sleep by the clip-clop
sounds of horse-drawn buggies.
As for Starsky, the poor f***'s got much harder shoes on, and the clip-clop
of his steps is echoing all the way down this hall.
Britain resounded to the clip-clop
of horses' hooves, occasionally interrupted by the splutter of early car engines.
Only Killarney could make global headlines when civic leaders, keen to maintain the town's title of Ireland's cleanest community, ordered a unique restriction on jaunting carts - the horse-drawn taxis whose staccato clip-clop
sound echo through the streets.
Earlier in the day there was a heavy police presence around the town centre with most streets marked by the clip-clop
sound of horse's hooves.
He enters on his imaginary horse, indicated by the clip-clop
of coconut shells played by his stalwart servant.
of the hoofs of precisely trained polo ponies and the rallying calls of their goal-seeking riders are distant, but treasured memories of the Casino at Georgian Court University -- the hub building of one of the most lavish private sports and entertainment facilities for its time -- still echo through the structure.
Approaching with a clip-clop
much the same as Joe's, Andy Warhol asks a question.
An Amish group in Holmes County, Ohio, is asking the government for a way to accept their donations to repair and maintain roads abused by the clip-clop
of their horses and buggies.
People swore and shook fists at him, But the cab still wouldn't stop That a dead man drove, clip-clop
If workaday frustrations persist,wait till your carriage horses clip-clop
along Main Street, past the famous fudge shops and bicycle-rental stalls, then wind up a bluff, past 19th-century houses, through unspoiled woods and lush gardens, until there she is--the grand old lady of Mackinac Island, the world's largest summer hotel.