The Falls O'Clyde Poem by Paul Reed

You crawl ‘neath grimy bridges
Of your beauty we see not even a trace
Rub shoulders with concrete walkways
But you hide a fairer face

For in your upper reaches
Away from coast and tide
You crash down in sparkling splendour
As the mighty Falls o’ Clyde

Explosions of crystal water
Beyond Lanark where you start
Where otters hide under tree boughs
And blue Kingfishers dart

This is your spectacular origin
Lesser known and hidden away
Pouring relentlessly toward Glasgow
On this September Sunday