Glen Girl Poem by Ian Keenan

It was a long walk from
Home to the Glen,
The park and across the river
At Cumberland Basin bridge,
The road towards Avonmouth
And up the steps the Downs.

But it was worth it,
The noise and dance,
The girls and chances
Of a kiss,
Then home again.

I once took one
To her flat,
But as I was at it
A stone thrown at her window,
And brother Roger calling.

He and I walked home,
Drunk and gabby,
But I’ve not forgotten
My Glen girl,
Never seen again.