The Rise And Fall Of The Five Sisters Poem by Andrew Matthews

The Mitchell Hill heights
saw some terrible sights,
with suicide and murders,
some terrible weekend nights.

They stood on the outer limits
of Castlemilk on Glasgow's south side.
They were dark and foreboding.
A place where nobody should reside.

There were five of them, the five sisters some did call.
They were on a hill as it was, so they were very, very tall.
The best thing about them was the very fine view.
And I imagine at the begining there would have been quite a queue.

As for the people who lived within them,
most were decent and hard working,
but as the years wore on and society changed,
it all went down hill and became a bit deranged.

So castlemilk was given an architectural makeover,
leaving the Mitchell Hill heights looking bare and sore.
The people were shipped out and the heights were no more.
Banishing those terrible weekend nights to memory and lore.