Writing Across Country Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Innocent eyes searching the horizons, gathering
information, experiencing new things.

Wonder looking out from under eyelashes, staring
at sights never before seen.

Alternately laughing, crying, enjoying, sleeping.

Peering out of many windows placed on a greyhound
bus, watching landscapes rise, fall and change.

Total amazement, as across the United States the
greyhound speeds, turning into depots in small
and large cities to do it's busly duties.

Driver sitting patiently, watchfully, atop his
seated perch, commanding the view before us every
mile closer to our destination.