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Bus Riders Blues
by Barb Russell
copyright 01-05-2002


Age Rating: 7 to 127

 
Got to catch the bus at 11:00 Monday morning.
So I get on the bus and prepare for the ride.
The bus driver delivers his welcome to Greyhound speech.
No smoking, no profanity, no standing up while the coach is in motion.
Down the highway we roll.

First couple of hours alls well and fine.
Watching the highway sending away from my home.
I watch as my home gets further and futher away.
So I out my walkman on and listen to some tunes.
Just a blur of houses,trees and highways roll by.


Well day has gone and the sun is setting.
Still down the old highway we glide.
We come to the first stop and the driver delivers a short speech.
Outside the bus is a bustle of commotion.
Someone with a boom box listening to rock-and-roll.


After hours of riding I feel my butt and my spine.
I wanna go back home!!!
Yet I have less then 24hours, arriving today.
Getting tired of the same old tunes.
The bus is arriving now and with no regret I will get off and say...
Good bye

1-5-2002
Barb Russell











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01-10-2003 Tammy Schaffer    

I rode a bus from Calgary to Toronto. It was all I could afford at the time. I smuggled my little dog in a duffle bag. The bus stopped in a small little town. Everyone got off to get food. I knew I would only be a minute so I left the dog, zipped in the duffle bag, on my seat. One minute later I return to see my dog sitting an this guys lap. One look at my face and the guy raised his arms and proclaimed, "Its not my dog!"
I looked at the man and said, "I know. He's mine!"
I rush ove, grab my dog, beg the guy not to tell anyone and go back to my seat.
The man kept silent, the dog and I ate, and we arrived in Toronto at 4am christmas morning.
I don't take buses anymore. LOL
I liked your poem.
01-06-2002 John Mcleod    

I used to hate long bus journeys, at first they were great like a kind of exciting venture but when the boredom sets in they can be hell.

John
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