People Make Glesga - Poem

By Rebecca Fawcett

Image: Person in crowd in Glasgow (Source; stock image)

Observing Glaswegians walking by,

I’m met with many echos of the word ‘aye.’

There’s a lad making conversation with folk he doesn’t ken,

He shouts across the street ‘you alright hen?’

There’s a boy wearing a blue Rangers strip

Walking with a takeaway poke of chips.

He seems a wee bit crabbit,

It’s chucked it down; the rain’s drenched his jacket.

With the characters and their patter, out came the

Well known phrase; People Make Glesga.