Summer Moon Over Glasgow - Poem by Peter Hall
Summer moon over Glasgow
Driving down the M8
20 degrees shows on the dashboard
Who cares if I get home late.
The ball of orange hangs in the sky
Looks bigger this time of night
Hovers above the Glesga high rise
And reflects in the River Clyde.
Though the moon begins to rise
The canvassed sky is still bright
The painted picture shows how God smiles
At half ten in the summer night.
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