Bus Trip Poem by Jacquie StewartHeimann

Bus Trip



Drifting past the windows
The changing scenes
All flashing by
Of farms and animals
Woosh... gone
A wooded lake shore
Woosh... gone
A flower covered hillside
Woosh... gone
Cars and buildings tall
Woosh... gone
Manicured lawns, cemeteries silent
Woosh... gone
Children playing in a park
Woosh... gone
A bus trip... life
Woosh... gone

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