This is an extract from her 1983 poem Watney Street:
It was always a pleasure and a treat,
When our Mum went down Watney Street
It was us kids’ own market
And there was no argument about it
We always found a specked apple, dropped off a stall
And we always had a do ‘bout the oranges on the ground
They might’ve been a bit soft, but to us they seemed quite sound
Christmas down there was like havin’ gold,
To see the stalls packed up
Every apple, orange and banana in its rightful place
And behind the stalls were shops, and they were overflowin’ with toys
Dolls for the girls and guns for the boys
And clothes and joints of meat
Which today would set your heart a glow
– Gladys McGee, Watney Street, 1983