Roots are everything. They draw you back. When the sap runs back down it returns to the roots, looking to be nurtured, seeking renewal. Memories draw up overlapping lines of time, merging, criss-crossing across the landscapes of Bristol and Somerset and bringing me home.

You are bridges 
and water
You are walks 
in Somerset green 
You are boats upon
the docks 
You are anarchy 
home of disruption
You are colours of
skylines of balloons
You are music 
street food and making
of public rebellion 
You are urban festival and
morning light over
the levels 
You are lines of painted homes
on the hill with 
cider in the sun 
You are high rises 
and Glastonbury Tor 
You are my familiar 
my stories written all over
the pavements of your streets 
You contain all this for me
Your established buildings now house 
the anti-establishment dominoes of independent 
people dominate independent stores 
You are the pocket of friendly accent
always welcome in my ear 
You are gert lush 
You did a proper job 
I'll return to visit soon 
until then
Cheers Drive