What stories can this bridge tell
Horses pulling narrow boats
Full of good to sell
Families living afloat
No time to plant roots
Home, for them, was the narrow boat
The canal, once a water motorway
Was always moving, always busy
Not even time for children to play
Now this bridge sees
Holiday makers relaxing
Enjoying the hedges and trees
A holiday cruise on a quiet canal
Is their aim
They say it’s good for morale
They slowly meander
North to South, East to West
With lots of time to ponder
On their rat race existence
In a 24/7 society
Which treats them with indifference
Does this bridge say
Tie up, time to stop
And enjoy the day
And decide can they throw away
A cruel world that doesn’t care
And see the canal as a place to stay.