Summer July Glasgow 1966 Poem by Michael Cochrane

Children play marbles, kick the can, hide and seek, mothers hang out washing in backcourts catching up with neighbors, suddenly a trumpet blasts loudly filling the ears of excited tots who shout in unison the ragman! ! They ask for old clothes from frantic parents to take to the man clutching old torn jumpers and jackets, each one receives a balloon and a packet of cowboys and Indians. They pat his horse and his cart moves along to the sound of another time recalled in Old Glasgow.
Michael Cochrane ©