While on vacation travelling Cross Country on a Hound Bus
I wanted to see the America’s countryside without the fuss
I reclined in my seat and just relaxed
I left all my stress behind and the feeling from being perplexed
My window seat being a moving postcard
It was scenery upon scenery
The Hound Bus made numerous stops along the way
But for me, this was a nice getaway
But there was more to this trip
It goes far beyond any rain drip
The Hound Bus stopped in a town called “DESERT WIND”
This is where our journey begins
It was in that Ghost Town of DESERT WIND, Arizona where the tumbleweed were flying everywhere, shutters were hitting against the wooden homes, the desert wind was kicking up the desert sand, but there were no dwellers in the town
The sunrise was starting to reflect a new horizon
A passenger boarded and the Hound bus proceeded on
We were back on the road where we belonged
But a wonder often enters my mind
Were there spirits that formulated the Ghost Town with eerie moments?
We will never know
But it goes to show
Ghost Towns could very well exist
But it adds a certain mystery twist.