It was September 1983 being an autumn call
I am looking into my crystal ball, and it states it was a vacation with no stall
It was a Coast too Coast journey on a Greyhound Bus
My trip started from New York City too Los Angeles, California
I leaned back in my reclining seat
The Hound Bus with pictured windows made the scenery look ever so neat
This trip was definitely going to be a treat
It will be scenery that traces back in America’s history
Stories within stories
Majestic being gothic
There were Rest stops with arrivals and departures from Major Cities and towns
I am West Coast bound
4 Days exactly being the sound
I am writing my travel log
My journey involved high places such as Mountains and tunnels within the mountains
The beauty of the sunrise behind the mountains, and the sunrise adding energize to rise
My thought being, “This is how the West was won”
Venturing into the nothing more than the open road, and wide with acres of land space
It was various highway routes
Getting ever so close to my destination
Each state telling me, and here is your presentation
All that from my Greyhound bus Thru Coach
I witnessed Rocky Mountain high
The start of Colorado
My mind focuses on an old song, “Rocky Mountain high” by John Denver
It was sight before my eyes, the magnificent city of Los Angeles
Hollywood’s call
I did tour all
Adventure was the moment
The action was exploring in the movement
The Hound bus to return back East later
But for me, this is a vacation being a feast