First Bus Bumpy Ride Poem by Sentamu Aziz
First Bus Bumpy Ride
FIRST BUS BUMPY RIDE
Hoot Hoot Hoot
Heavily comes the coach
Madly into the City
All Dust Covered
Dripping the journey to its last
So tiresome a quarter day Drive
Midnight to Dusk
Sleeping half the Journey
Chasing fast the Sunrise
To greet the City Beauty
Bumpy Horrible Ride
In this Dirty Old Big Bus
East to Central a Ride
Is my First Bus
Monday, September 29, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: traveling
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
During my time as a flying instructor at Soroti Flying Schoool I used to work from Monday to Friday. Friday evening or Saturday morning I would leave for Kampala to check on my people then i would return to Soroti on Sunday evenings. I wrote First Bus Bumpy Ride on one of my 1a.m o'clock early morning journeys on the first Bus from Soroti to Kampala. The poem mainly talks about my journey that day
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