I came to Bristol in nineteen fifty-two,
No condos, traffic lights or RWU.
With population half of what we have today,
Budget set in a town meeting where all could have their say.
The bicycle path was a freight train line,
Serving industry before its decline.
The medical center had not yet come to be,
But doctors came to your house for a small fee.
A movie at the Pastime followed by a drug store fountain treat,
Was a small town pleasure that is very hard to beat
145 Ferry Road