The announcement has been called, “Welcome Aboard, and claim your seat at Gate 15”
Think Greyhound and Trailways
It was back in those days
Two bus companies who were competitive
But each company had their own objective
It was outdo the other by being the best
As for the customer, it was their test
It was achieving in passenger in destination in rides
It was revenues that would be strides
So Greyhound was the dog and Trailways had the Eagle
Trailways being an Eagle to soar beyond the possibilities
As for the Hound dog, it was like a race in a speed run
The essence were both their flashing lights
They were often seen day and night
It would be schedules around the clock
No matter what kind of weather, it was no time to stop
From sunrise to sundown
The Hound Dog and the Eagle could be found
But there was a change in the bus lanes
The Independent Trailways is now in the Greyhound family in a merger of combined operations
Some Trailways Terminals were converted into Greyhound Terminals
While others were closed completely
But at the same token, Greyhound had moved into Transportation Centers not being their own Terminals
The perfect example of that is the Port Authority Bus Terminal in New York City
The idea is to cut expenses while reducing economical costs
But what is left in the bus lanes today is small independent Trailways carriers, which even today, Greyhound shares
Those independent Trailways carriers cover various parts of the United States
So Greyhound and Trailways names you know
Although
Greyhound still reigns supreme in the tow
But you have bargain buses that stop on the streets in the flow
Bus Lanes may have changed
But the Greyhound name still remains
The highway bus lanes of the past, but Greyhound is still accelerating the dog moving fast
Bus lanes know
Whether it be the Hound or the Eagle
Both were born to achieve
But Greyhound is still here to preserver
So Highway Bus Lanes, have no fear

It was June 6, 2015
This was a bus trip that convened
As I go along, you will see what I mean
It was the Metropolitan New York Bus Association Event
From New York City to Pennsylvania we went
We stopped in Lebanon, PA for a bus pulse stop
Timing couldn’t have been just right as seeing the buses kept our hearts functioning tops
Later, it was journey on to the Museum of Bus Transportation and the Spring Fling
However being a bus enthusiast was a good thing
There were all kinds of bus models for sure
Yet, there was plenty to explore
Viewed the Silver Eagle Continental Trailways, Golden Eagle also of Continental trailways, MC6 Motorhome Supercruiser and much more
Let the exploration go on
After that, we moved to the Annex, which was a drive away
There was a lot with more buses to see
There was the MC8 Peter Pan bus, MC9 Bonanza Bus Lines and who could forget a Capitol Trailways Buick car that travelled from Pottsville, Pinegrove and Harrisburg, Pennsylvania
Before buses hit the road, they started as a car in buses begin
Things started to change from when
Yet stagecoaches were put to an end
The only thing about that, your **** got sore and the pain you just couldn’t ignore
Being a bus nut s we hobbyist are called
We are the bus industry preservationist, and the buses we stand for all
Now I added 2 new buses to my large vast models collection
Buses are more than just over the road, they captured my heart in their behold
This is my own personal vibe being never told
I am being honest and bold
Buses have been my passion since the years of my birth
They will remain with me until my death on this Earth
Bus models have changed over the years
This is why I still preserver
Buses from past have become my memory that shall last
Museum’s capturing buses in still, but being determined has become my will.

Who would have thought of a magical toy bus?
Some would say that would be a plus
Others might say it is not a must
It wasn’t a Greyhound nor Trailways bus
It was a plan ordinary highway bus with no name
So little Thomas would often dream that he saw a magical toy bus in the stars
Well the distance sounds very far
Little Thomas would always run and tell his parents
But there seemed to be no interest and certainly no love
So the magical toy bus came up with his own campaign called “The Love Bus on the Run”
That is a chore, but might be fun
The magical toy bus was determined to bring a family together combined with love
So the magical toy bus maneuvered all around the house with cards having love sayings such as “Together being forever” and “Love needing an extending chance”
It was those very words the magical toy bus wanted to express in getting through to Little Thomas family
The magical toy bus wasn’t built to just sit back, but get involved
You could the creation to resolve
Somehow Little Thomas family found love again and it was all because of a magical toy bus
However, sometime mythical happened, the plain magical toy bus now had a model name being the “Renaissance” followed by a company called “Motivated Love Bus Company”
This was a gift from the Heavenly stars themselves
The magical toy bus became love to Little Thomas’s heart
But he knew that from the very start
This had to be shown his parents making a mark
In fact, Little Thomas held it ever so close to his heart, and slept with the toy bus every night
So the moral to the story is according to the magical toy bus is more than something to play with having wheels
Yet love being a life time
The magical toy bus brought love to share and closeness to one’s heart.

I brought a ** Big Red Eagle Trailways bus
I had to add it to my collection being a must
My Big Red bus seemed out of place
Yet I would never ever replace
My bus collection seemed to say, “Big Red what are you doing here?”
For me Big Red was a welcomed opportunity
Needless to say, “Big Red felt right at home”
I was determined Big Red doesn’t need to roam
Big Red being a name of the past
But it is in my memory to last
Even thought Greyhound merged and is large with charge
Big Red has a history and to fellow bus enthusiast it is our marv
There is no problem that needs to be resolved
Just Big Red in highways gone by
Tears in not seeing Big Red in its cruising try
Big Red that everybody knew
But it was that name “Trailways” being its slew
The familiar Eagle that would soar the highway land sky
Destination being American towns and cities perhaps a Trailways Terminal near you
Big Red you achieved what America forgot
In my heart I will not
Thanks Big Red for the history and the ride
You are now in the hands of the Greyhound stride.

Picture the scene with no highway cars nor traffic
This race is definitely specific
A highway that stretches far
Those Drivers cannot be thinking going to a bar
It’s a race involving Greyhound, Trailways and Coach USA
Notice I didn’t mention Peter Pan
This race they are not in demand
What bus company do you think would win?
Who would be the champion at the end?
Even though the Greyhound Dog is known for speed
Nonetheless, let’s proceed
Greyhound is Challenger A, Trailways is challenger B and Coach USA is challenger C
So let the race begin
The three bus companies are all set
Does anyone care to wager a bet?
This is as good as its going to get
The bus companies are off
Down Interstate 95, Greyhound takes the lead
But hold on, Trailways takes the stead
You would have thought the highway was a track
But there is no fact
Coach USA is mad and decides to speed up
But from the look of things, the Coach USA Driver looks fed up
Coach USA is now in the lead
But only for a short moment
Greyhound swiftly takes the lead
The bus companies are ever inching towards the finish line
Who will win?
How about that, it turns out to be a tie
Yet Greyhound, Trailways and Coach USA are all quality bus companies
But the race proves, it takes skills to drive a bus, and being masterful in safety all being a plus.

It was buses you don’t see around anymore
The date was June 3 at the Museum Of Bus Transportation where one can forever explore
Fishbowls that once dominated City Streets
Summer heat with air conditioning aboard no one could beat
What do I-78, 80 and 95 have in common?
Highway buses of many kinds
Capitol Trailways GM PD-4104 AND 4106, Greyhound buses which still do today and the list goes on and on.
However, I want to make a special announcement of the GM PD-4501 Scenicruiser being the most famous of the Greyhound bus family and among other Motor Coach Carriers
School buses of the past
The name Thomas buses that will last
All the buses were all parked with bus company names of who could forget
Continental Trailways with the Beige Tan and red being the Silver Eagle
There was a Flea Market Spring Fling comprising of buses among buses along with many other memorabilia
There were stops along the way such as Harrisburg, York, Hershey, Pennsylvania visiting Transit hubs
We ate dinner at Shady Maples Smorgasbord in East Earl, Pennsylvania
Buses being still around, but they are vintage being museum bound.

On September 27, 2017, a Partnership between Peter Pan Bus Lines and Greyhound Bus Lines on the Northeast Corridor will come to an end
The key word is “Independence” of both that will begin
Interline tickets barring both bus carrier names will no longer remain
It will be individual tickets only barring the issuance of the bus company name
Before on the Northeast Corridor having both Peter Pan Bus Lines and Greyhound Bus lines combined together
The term individuality will be two carriers being the other
Peter Pan Bus Lines is run by the Picknelly family
The company was once part of the Trailways Organization
When Peter Pan started doing runs South coming through New York City nobody really knew who Peter Pan Bus Lines was
It wasn’t until Peter Pan and Greyhound formed an agreement and that is how Peter Pan became passenger known
Peter Pan and Greyhound will operate as a separate entity
Peter Pan Bus Lines is a bus company being an away we go
Then there’s Greyhound who started the partnership show
But it has become a time to move on
Peter Pan and Greyhound are bus operations that are still strong
Now this is something travelling bus customers will have to get used to
But it will be a matter of time they will get through
The highway will always keep both bus carriers connected
There could be select in what passengers will elect
But bus travel in general I don’t think will have that much effect
Two enterprises having histories of their own
What’s in a name has always been shown
A partnership that will change
The names of Peter Pan Bus Lines and Greyhound Bus Lines that will always remain.

Anticipation

I am snow weary
    waiting for the sun to shift
        to the southern sky.

Harbingers

Crocus through the snow -
    its yellow shadow tells us
        spring is on the way.

Equinox

Daylight equals night
   and all the world awakens
      from it's solemn sleep.

Celebrating Spring

Wildflowers flourish
    along the sylvan trailways
        raising hymns to spring.

Is it Really Spring?

All the trees wear leaves
    wheat fields all carpeted green
        why this April snow?

Is it Still Spring*

Heat swirls hovering
    like a scorching summer noon
        yet it’s only May.

The Night of the Christmas Bus
Holiday accented all decked out
People observed as it was moving about
Santa was aboard
** ** ** accord
Santa told a Christmas story of the Christmas Bus
The children were aboard being a plus
Children were all sitting in their reclining chairs
They listened carefully with care
The Christmas bus that journeyed to the North Pole
As Santa narrated, the wonder became behold
The bus arrived at Bus Toyland
All kinds of scale buses were there
Each had their own stories to share
All the scale buses were of all kinds
They all unique and genuine
Some had operating lights
Others made engine starting sounds
There were some that were remote controls that were found
The scale buses would capture a child’s delight
However, Santa has a bus story to tell tonight
There was a European bus sitting all alone
No momentum and not full blown
The European scale bus was considered as a misfit because of a weird design
Every bus should be in a child’s hand
This is the Christmas Bus Caravan
The other scale bus models were singing, “We are buses for every Boy and Girl, it will bring them joy to enjoy”
But that didn’t settle for the poor European scale bus
There was no fuss
Misfit is a European Scale bus that sits in a corner
All neglected
But that is about to change
The story relishes with a rearrange
Santa felt bad about the whole ordeal
A child’s heart is warmth being for real
Santa abruptly shouted, “Every bus deserves a chance being part of a child’s heart as the holiday season is about joy and love being the reason
Santa thought to himself, what a wonderful idea, and a misfit European bus no more
The misfit European scale bus was told his, and Santa and the other scale buses saw the Flashing headlights of approval
By the time Santa finished the story, the children had felt a sleep, and dreaming deep of buses to keep
Imagine Christmas morning when the children woke up
There would be cocoa filled in their cup
It’s the midnight hour, Santa is busy with the Elf’s packing all the toy buses for the night ride
Santa said Off Greyhound, Trailways, Coach USA and Academy and into wintry road
We have a schedule and must be on-time
As you know, Santa is genuine
Christmas cheer as Santa preservers
Buses travel during the night to touch a child’s heart
Dash away Dash away
Buses rolled into their getaway

What is it about a bus?
For the life of me, what is all the fuss?
Well for starters, a bus design like no other
The craftsmanship in variation being another
The open road in a child’s eyes with bus wheels of highway just
However becoming a knowledgeable hobbyist being a must
The hound dog stretched out on a bus as kid would often pass in front of me by
In a young kid’s fascinating mind of oh my
The hound bus seemed to move faster than I could speak
Being a lover of animals for me this was a treat
Then I familiarized myself with the silver and gold of Continental Trailways
It was the Silver and Golden Eagle having their own distinguished structure with its own meaning
The royal red carpet treatment of the Golden Eagle Five Star Luxury Service
A Hostess On-Board with Stereo Music that could be heard
My eyes were all amazed with all that came with travelling on an interstate bus
Later I was venturing out with having my own personal collection of 2,000 plus toy scale models
It was Macy’s and my Aunt for giving me my glance of a toy scale school bus which opened my preservation in exploring buses more
Well with a few tot tactics, my Aunt was forced to buy me that toy school bus
As a tot, the buses made me happy and having no fuss
But today, the bus industry revolves all around us
Us being the hobbyist that we are and involvement that we do
This is something we should continuously pursue
Let’s keep the bus industry alive
I am being honest and that’s no jive
As the bus exhausts reminds us, let us be the influential force of the bus.

A football game was the call
And I stood tall
A purse full of wishes
Landed in the ditches
Should have trusted my intuitions
On a Trailways bus
Mile after mile
Losing my inhibitions

Distance in an instant
Reflect and recline back
Rail and Airlines can get a fund
But Buses are left out not being among
Buses have been moving America more than you know
But you seem you just want to let go
Buses support communities and I am not talking about cities
Passengers depend on the bus because Rail and Airlines don’t go direct
So buses do have and add to the travel effect
Buses support highways I daily travel
So how noble
Now buses are the only magic carpet being destination direct
Again, buses do have that effect
Buses are more than just wheels that roll
It’s the pride and honor in Motor Coach Driving Engineers who take hold
Safety being the number one priority
So bus travel dependability being a reality
Long before trains and air, buses were the backbone roads that started in encouraging people to travel by bus
It’s not a fuss it was a plus
As the parade of buses embark upon Washington, DC, it is a message to keep motor coaches striving
As the buses honk their horns in your city, it is all about Unity
“Buses Move America”
I hope the message will move into you Senator’s heart, and think twice that buses should be funded as well
The results are strongly depended at the Nation’s Capitol
Please sign the Motor Coach Bill
Don’t let buses be a road ****
So Senators, please make it your will
Without buses and drivers, bus companies will be non-existent
Think on the time of your Greyhound and Trailways ride
Think on the scenery you encountered as America passed by
It was a memorable travel experience
Now take that experience and let Motor Coaches Continue to Move America into tomorrow
Please don’t let it be sorrow
All it takes is a sign
I hope you will consider and be kind
Now buses deserve all the recognition and that would be fine.

West Center Street was, not so long ago,
A kaleidoscopic flood come three o’clock:
Children in waves of blues, greens, and golds
Set free from Margiotti Elementary,
The more subdued hues of the men
Finishing first shift, at the Montmorenci Mills
All filling the sidewalk
Like some great jigsaw puzzle in continual motion.
Now, the color seems to have left us for greener pastures,
Only the faded, unevenly washed yellow buses
Which take the children
To the central school over in St. Mary’s remain,
Solemn faces forlornly pressed to the windows
As they pass the ungainly and obsolete building
Now dark and silent, squat and hunched-over,
And further on the mill, gates padlocked,R
rusted pieces of chain-link pointing accusatorily downward,
As if the fault for its closing
Lies with us and us alone.

Ah, but it was different, near enough in time
That the memories remain sharp, clear, biting
And they come back in curious bits and pieces,
Like how the Market Basket stayed open twenty-four hours
So the third-shifters could shop for groceries
Without having to short-change themselves on sleep,
The lights in Carter’s Depatment Store,
Bright as Heaven itself to six-year old eyes
Fixed wonderingly on an electric football game
Or a toy bridge of the Enterprise, complete with a transporter
Which made Spock disappear As Seen on TV,
Or how, when we went to the Friday fish-fry at the Kinzua House,
We would stop at every table,
Fathers exchanging greetings, finishing those jokes
Which the noise along the line had left incomplete.

You left, just like everyone else, but not for good, of course;
It was just a temp job to make some money
Until you’d saved up enough to help out your mom.
Once you got settled, you’d come back home
To visit—by Christmas, at the very latest.
We waited outside of the old Rexall for the Trailways bus
That would take you to Erie,
And after the shortest half-hour I’d ever known
We kissed at the curb and embrace
Until the driver intimated with his horn
That we either needed to say goodbye or get a room.
Still, I knew you’d be back, as, after all
There are bonds that time and distance cannot break.


That is all over now, and those dreams
Our parents clung to like rosaries,
Where our lives were better than what they had known
Have moved south to Charlotte, or Houston, or Birmingham;
The Market Basket closed, boarded and de-windowed;
Hell, you can’t buy a single gallon of milk
Between here and Ridgway,
And the Kinzua House long gone as well,
Save for the tattoo place that occupies the space
Where the bar once was,  
And once in a while, though less so every year,
You’ll catch one of the old-timers, frozen in time,
Staring at the smokestacks of the old mill
Ancient obelisks like those
Looming over the graves of the town’s founders
Tucked away in the old section of the cemetery
Up on Bootjack Hill,
The paths chock-full with weeds and briars,
The grass unmown for some three summers now.

*When I got your card, it was postmarked from Denver;
The temp gig hadn’t lasted as long as it was supposed to,
And it’s not like Erie is a boom town, after all.
Still, you were there long enough to meet someone,
Someone, you noted who was looking ahead,
Not over his shoulder all the **** time;
Besides, you noted in your one
And ultimately failed attempt at humor
You remembered how our Geography teacher had once said
That all the land east of the Missisippi,
Even here in the foothills of the Endless Mountains,
Were simply mounds of dirt, old and dead,
While the Rockies were young, vibrant, still shifting and growing.
The card was one of those that come blank on the inside
So you can compose your own witty epithet,
As there are some sentiments so dreadful in their foolishness
That even Hallmark won’t touch them.

No Logs
No Fireplace
No Cookout
The wood was used to craft into Toy Scale Model Buses
Sounds strange?
Yes, Wood was used in creating Genuine Authentic Moving Models
Visualize highway buses, and think of the wood being part of the setting
I am a witness to it
I have in my collection of actual buses made out of wood being the work done by a Deceased Susquehanna Trailways Motor Coach Engineer
How were these buses carved into a bus
It was careful study being the tracing and using cardboard to capture the right detail once the analysis was done
Then came constructing the wood one Carve into design at a time
I am honored to have in my bus collection of 7 Wood bus models from the creator himself and remembrance of a Trailways Motor Coach Engineer
A Motor Coach Operator with more than just drive, but a vision to create into sculpture
Eyes of Wood
Woody detail of could
Design
Craftsmanship that always came out fine.

i.

There isn't much light when you're inside,
Or at least in terms of natural light,
And if you're looking for a star to guide you
Through your thirty days, you're even more out of luck
Than you were getting here in the first place,
(In my case appropriating--almost-- a turkey breast
The Saturday after Thanksgiving,
Figuring no tired, overworked checkout girl
Would ever miss it; **** poor luck, nothing more)
The windows too narrow to climb out,
Too high to smash in anger or frustration.
Still, you can catch a bit of the outside world
The sky (this once, at least) more blue
Than mid-December has any right being
In this grubby, hardscrabble corner of northwest P-A,
***** old lake to the west,
Endless logged-out hills to the east,
Never-quite-boomed mill towns due south,
Up north Indian land where bootleggers and number-runners
Holed up once upon a time, the Senecas
Now having gone legit, Beach Boys and Barbara Mandrell
Fronting shell games which bear the Feds' seal of approval.
This is the Galilee to which I shortly return.

ii.

Time gets syrupy in the hole, moving slowly, lazily,
Fighting the laws of Newton and Einstein at every turn,
And when the ******* about lawyers,
The oft-repeated and off-key done-me-wrong songs
And respectful if somewhat impatient
Supplications to Jesus for speedy deliverance
Are no longer sufficient distraction,
A man begins to think and remember.
I met Easy Terry E. (so he called himself)
In the city lockup in Troy, or maybe it was Schenectady
(I have, after all, mosied up and down the Eastern Seaboard,
On both sides of the bars)
And let me tell you, for the only time in my born days
I wished these small-city holding cells had solitary,
As Terry E. not only had a chalkboard-scrape falsetto
Which constituted aggravated assault on the eardrums,
But also a predilection for non-stop yammering
About nothing and everything, punctuating his blather
With frequent high-pitched insistence
That he was a hermaphrodite,
And he would frequently taunt the guards by yowling
Baby, I got a lady's equipment down here.
Maybe you want to strip search me, honey.
(Such high spirits led to an inevitable outcome;
I heard a jailer up in Utica decided to quiet him down
By sticking Terry's head in a toilet, the swirlie
Ending up a minute or two longer than was advisable)
But I had been able to more or less ignore him,
As to that point he'd concentrated on ******* off
Everyone in the cells with the exception of me,
But my turn came soon enough
Oh, don't worry Peter, darling, I know your type.
Different, smarter than the rest of us
He all but sang in  my direction.
Mebbe so, I grumbled, just a few fluky bad breaks
Here and there, that's all.
Terry laughed and clapped his hands,
Poor sweet thing, a victim of that old lousy karma.
There was a philosopher…
And he stopped for a moment,
Seemingly trying to pick a name from the air
(Not that he could see anything floating in front of him,
As he wore horn-rims with lenses as thick and opaque
As the headlights of a '72 Skylark.)
So you're just taking a break here until your luck turns, mmm?
I laid back against the wall,
Hands behind my head and grinned.
Yep, I replied, things are due and then some
To start going my way.
Terry giggled once more, Well, you've got things
All figured out then!
Good, evil, right, wrong--just snapshots of the roulette wheel
In some infinitesimal sliver of time, and all we can do
Is put our chips down and hope the croupier is playing it straight.
Well, now that you've finally figured all that out,
I suspect you won't see the wrong side of the bars again.
And with that he turned his back on me,
Paying me no mind whatsoever
Until they turned me loose the next morning
With the stern admonishment
To trouble the good citizens of the Capitol District no more,
And as I think back to that moment,
I suspect he may not have been telling the whole truth
As he saw it.

iii.

And so I will be released from this small cell
In this small red-brick building
In the midst of this equally small red-bricked town,
And I will bypass the bars
With their potential for a cheap hustle
And various types and flavors of low-hanging fruit,
And I will dispense with a seat on some sad Trailways bus,
Seeking a ride (thumb hopefully, defiantly
Pointing upward to the sky)
On the old Grand Army Highway,
Then north on the Buffalo Road
And I will clamber down the embankment
To the Kinzua Dam and, shedding socks, shoes, and clothing,
And hang the cold,
I shall wade into the water, acclimating ankles and washing feet,
The dive headlong under the water's surface
To arise cold, cleansed, ready to move onward.

What do Vintage and Antique have in common?
Here’s a clue, a Hound Bus with a yesteryear start
So the clue wasn’t any help you say
It’s the Greyhound Mack Bus 1931
The Front could be considered something from the Ford Model-T
So since the secret is out, and you now know what I am talking about
There were many variations of the 1931 Mack, but some with my liking is the Camel Hair seat and even a little Seat in the middle of the aisle for a little Tot

But Dazzle in the sleek Navy Blue and White
The 1931 Mack is quite a sight
It has a unique look
Imagine Mr. MAGOO calling the Hound Bus Mack 1931 a road hog
But the Mack’s response would be “My Headlights flashing in stating never forget as it is a Vintage in the Greyhound Fleet”
Now that is really neat
But I have seen the 1931 Mack Hound Bus up close and personal
It was 2014 at the Meadowlands in New Jersey celebrating Greyhound’s 100th Anniversary and the 1931 Mack was exactly the way it was always pictured
But wait, there’s more
I have a Toy Model of the Mack 1931 Bus Burlington Trailways in my Personal Bus Collection, and it is made out of Plywood and the Greyhound 1931  Dieast
Well time really moved fast, and our journey did last
As a Buddy to Buddy would say, “So long Mack”.

I remember participating in the last Gathering Of the Buses with the host being Charles and Janet Wotring
It was their hospitality
When this trip was formed being reality
It was vintage buses from the past
Seeing the historical buses was a blast
I also remember riding a Wolf Mini Bus
It was a journey back
It’s amazing I am remembering all that
It was Trailways buses still in their original Paint Scheme
It was almost like they were still in operating service
They looked like brand new
But that is what makes the whole story a slew
Just like a game of Chess, you can check me with having the fact
Stopping at key points of bus interest in Gettysburg, Hagerstown, Carlisle, York and Hershey
I saw a Buick being a bus
But that is how buses were formed being a plus
But the highlight of the journey was eating at a former Greyhound Bus Station in Hagerstown, Maryland turned into a town restaurant
However, I almost forgot the actual name, but it should have been called the “Depot Restaurant”
The Restaurant still had Greyhound’s original past and fixtures including the waiting area seats vintage
All I needed was an announcement of arrivals and departures
It was intriguing seeing a Depot Restaurant that once was a busy Greyhound Bus Depot with travelling passengers
So it was me and the highway road in unite
It was Greyhound’s past Depot in history in plain sight.

I might sound to some a weird request
But this is my desire in confess
Instead of putting me in a conventional coffin, just let it be a bus
Now you are probably thinking, is this an absolute must?
But it is really no fuss
Bus passion is always and will continue to be in my heart
It’s my own personal flowchart
It doesn’t have to be a Hound nor Trailways bus, and could even be a School bus
So it can be a bus of any kind
But let the bus be genuine
However, I would be dead, it wouldn’t matter anyway as I could very well be put into a hefty garbage metal can, and I wouldn’t know as the dead tell no tail
Actually, I am only stating for thought
It’s nothing needing to be fought
I don’t expect it too happen
I am certainly not going to push
But that is only an inspired wish
I pretty much have your attention
So was all nothing more than my presentation
But than again, there is no telling what kind of response I will get
I have no regret
One can dream with an imagination
One can also say stating the indication
But this is my moment of my own print streaming
Now please don’t start screaming
My words with a bus coffin in adding to my devoted passion
This concludes our session.

First let me inform
1947 I was not born
This poem involves a 1947 Silversides bus that was designed in that year
Now let me preserver
As a Bus Hobbyist
The Silversides is history on every list
It was the 1960’s when my Godmother ran a Charter trip to the Dutch Country, which you know them as the Amish in Pennsylvania
It was a Red and Silver design
It looked like a Trailways fleet
But for me the bus was unique
The Silversides was the Motor coach kind
I actually rode being genuine
There was no Restroom aboard
There was Air Conditioning, but it was the season of spring on a mild day so the Air Conditioning wasn’t needed
I was enjoying riding the Silversides being a Vintage of history
I was given the opportunity to ride a bus having a past
The evolution of time that accelerated fast
But my name is on the 1947 Greyhound Silversides housed at the Greyhound Bus Museum in Hibbing, Minnesota
So I will always be reminded of vintage
The opportunity surrounding privilege
Bus Education giving me leverage

So just what are these wooden moving scales
Will tell in a moment without fail
It was a man by the name of Kenn Stoliker
He was involved as a Trailways Motor Coach Driver
It involves the highway and a bus
But there is an added plus
His daily journeys were within Pennsylvania and New York City
It was Mr. Stoliker’s dedication always focused precisely on the steering wheel, and safety for all the passengers on his bus
But here is the added plus
When Mr. Stoliker retired, he was still active in the bus community
He created toy wooden scale buses being his unity
Yet, it was a long lasting hobby becoming a craft
Mr. Stoliker would use tracing paper and cardboard to organize how the bus will look in wood
He would study actual bus drawings to make sure that the toy scale wooden bus will come out like the real original
Design and scratch would be the appropriate terms
The bus industry was still in Mr. Stoliker’s heart because it was a commitment
Picture a man driving a bus as a career then retire and still work with buses
Any bus that people missed the ride, it could be a bus that only Mr. Stoliker’s scale in design could provide
But these would be toy scale wooden models that no one could ride
I have some of Mr. Stoliker’s toy wooden buses craftsmanship in my collection
For me, it is my own preservation
So it was a man with pure dedication
Mr. Stoliker was my presentation
He died a couple of months ago
He is now in everlasting peace
A place of solitude and reward
An honor in praise
A journey well done
In my heart always among
But his last words would probably be, “Welcome aboard and watch your step”
Wooden bus affair
Craftsmanship in Mr. Kenn Stoliker’s designing care
His hobby I wanted to share