Ahmed's poem

Bradford!? Seriously, Dad? 

I crossed my arms and shook my head. 
"Bradford? Really? I’d rather stay in bed. 
It’s grey, it’s dull what’s there to do?" 
But Dad just smiled. "Wait, I’ll show you." 

I sighed, I grumbled, expecting the worst, 
A boring trip I felt so cursed. 
We jumped on a bus, I stared outside, 
Nothing exciting, just streets so wide. 

Old buildings stood, tall and grand, 
With history etched by time’s own hand. 
I slumped in my seat, ready to moan, 
But then wait what had just shone? 

A gallery stood, grand and bright, 
Cartwright Hall a golden light! 
Dad led me in, I rolled my eyes, 
But what I saw was a huge surprise. 

Paintings burst with colours bold, 
Stories told in blues and gold. 
Then I saw no way it’s true! 
David Hockney? He’s from here too? 

His art was wild, bright and fun, 
Pools and skies, full of sun. 
Maybe Bradford wasn’t so plain, 
Maybe it had things to gain. 

Every painting told a tale, 
Of Bradford’s past and present trail. 
I wandered more what’s this I find? 
A Science Museum blew my mind! 

Robots, rockets, facts galore, 
Things I’d never seen before. 
Then I heard of Jamal Khan, 
An artist bold, his work lives on. 

His paintings spoke of pride and fight, 
Of culture, history, wrong and right. 
I’d thought this place was dull and grey, 
But my old thoughts had blown away. 

And wait Zayn Malik? He’s from here? 
A superstar who made it clear 
Dreams can grow from any street, 
From Bradford’s heart to global feats. 

Then Dad said, "Let’s take a ride, 
To Saltaire, not far, just a short stride." 
A village built by Sir Titus Salt, 
With history and charm, it’s not my fault. 

I fell in love with cobbled streets, 
With quaint old shops and friendly greets. 
The mill now holds art and craft, 
A place where history and newness graft. 

The River Aire flowed gently by, 
Under the vast and open sky. 
Saltaire’s charm was clear to see, 
A perfect end to our journey. 

But wait, there’s more, Dad had a plan, 
To the Alhambra Theatre, we quickly ran. 
A place of shows, lights, and fun, 
Where stories come alive for everyone. 

And then we went to Haworth town, 
Where the Brontë sisters wrote renowned. 
Their tales of love and moors so wild, 
Captured hearts of everyone. 

I started off so full of gloom, 
But now I love Bradford’s bloom. 
It’s safe to say I have changed my mind. 
So next time you want a trip away, 
Choose Bradford and see what’s on display!