Come with me and enjoy the ride
Don’t be surprised as you observe the oceans and the moving tide
Words aligned with the scenery
Expectations being a surprise
As the bus passes by, It is morning in the mountains being a sunrise
The bus picture windows open the door to more poetry words
There’s Indians outlining the path
A Western tail, we will make it to our destination at last?
Well that was a John Wayne flick
It was added and I shall let it stick
A poetry moment and photo shoot
Are you with me or not?
Yet our bus is moving on in bring America up close
American the beautiful is something to boost
However, our poetry bus will be crossing states coast to coast
This is a travelling poet who doesn’t think like most
Now as we wake up from our nap yond
We have tomorrow to look upon
We dreamed in seeing the world
This poetry bus is making the travelling swirl
Landscape distance being an amaze
The Heavenly one who created it deserves all the praise
Routes after routes
Rocky Mountain high I can actually hear being the tune
Howdy Dowdy Saloon
Cities that seem to just come to life
Standing tall and glisten
All one has to do is be silent and listen
The bus wheels ever turn
Right now, I am thinking on my own tone
“Moving along on this bus, and writing my poetry with no fuss. If I was home, I would probably cuss, but I am relaxed and enjoying my ride. I am prepared to settle back in my reclining seat. This is my comfortable get away treat”
Well look to my eyes, we have arrived in Los Angeles, and I am glazing at the tall high rise
Those tall buildings are reaching the skies
The bus pulls into the gate at the terminal
Poetry took me far
I am at my destination, and it wasn’t a car
It was poetry being the star.