THROUGH THE PARK TO THE CITY
I stood and watched as the lights played
on the waters of the Kelvin;
the lights of houses on Dumbarton Road
in the background
It was still dark
but sun was beginning to dispel
the frostiness of night
In the open park — a beautiful scene —
the bare-limbed trees standing against the sky
the cold winds reminding
- it is December -
I did not stand for long
but wrapping my scarf
securely round my neck
walked on
At every step the sky
lightened as the sun climbed
The only other person I passed in the park
did not return my "Good Morning!" — I supposed
that was what came of living in a city
or perhaps he was just cold
and not in a very good mood
I walked into the lights of Sauchiehall Street
where cars were already on the move
and pedestrian numbers increased
as the small hand crept towards eight
And the darkness was soon all gone
'Day' was the term in use
The city was awake
but I was falling back to sleep
© GERALD ENGLAND
Composed: Glasgow, 1st December 1966
Publications
1988 The White Rose Literary Magazine (UK)
1996 Mobius (MI, USA)
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