The stunning poem In the video below by Tom French (recited by Andrew Rowen) brought back memories. I knew men like Billy and Tadgh, or their Hebridean equivalents.
Those memories prompted this novice poem.
Stan The Man
Clattering down Byres Lane late
His seg’d brogues sparking on the cobbles.
Hands in dungaree pockets
Leather elbowed tweed flapping like wings
‘Til he swaggered to a stop.
To stand shaking
Drink sweating from his flanks
Like a bull shocked to be in the ring
Ready to drive the truck.