TWO DAYS

TWO DAYS Saturday Didn't like Bristol full of concrete blocks A biting cold wind, same old shops One way system no where to park Writing on the wall dark and stark Theatres crumbling doesn't offer much Witha tired old show and a star out of touch Hotels faded don't want to eat here Place we find out, smells of stale beer The walk back a worry many people out Money in their pocketthey shout,shout, shout Sunday Bristol's better in themorning, better in the sun Pastel housing on the hillside is living here fun? Walk along the Avon, between the boats and cranes There rowing on the river, riding steam trains Dry docked is Britannia never again will sail But what a memorial Isambard Kingdom Brunel A bus ride to Clifton see a gorge made by God And a bridgemade by us sometimes we reach a top Sobered on the journey back, past lovely church's tall I'll never judge again until I've seenit all.