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Feb 2017
A journey that would take 4 days
This was an opportunity in many ways
America that involves all of us
Seeing America on the Hound Dog Bus
You know, “Leave the Driving to us”
Well I thought of the cross country experience having no fuss
So traveling by bus was a must
It was the open road and Rocky Mountains high
It was America and I
Seeing Indians along the way
No sight of John Wayne on that day
My journey greeted many major cities
The St. Louis approach with the McDonald’s arch giving a Midwest welcome
Cheyenne being of its western days being a throwback stop
That Hound Bus was well on its way
It was move on with no time to stay
Mountains upon Mountains
The thought would I be able to climb
Another thought being the old Western Movies
Stage Coaches and Indians
As my Motor Coach turned around the bend
It was the vision of an American Indian on a White Horse
It wasn’t Mr. Ed of course, of course
But the Indian Wave
A welcome to the Hound Dog bus
In the distance being the city of Downtown Los Angeles
We had truly arrived being our final destination
It was four days being strive
A welcomed venture
The experience like an overture.
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
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