Do I belong to Glasgow?
I left Scotland 200 years ago
thereabout - I was cleared out -
then came back in 1981. My sons
grew-up smelling the Kelvin.
My great-great grandad was
Walter Scott, my great great gran
was his servant, so my mother says
but I don’t believe her. Now I eat
chips & crisps, not fries & chips,
I say tomato not tomaeta -
my body not my body belongs
here by the Clyde till I die. |
