my bus ride

i always enjoy bus rides. :D

as i step inside the bus,

as it moves its wheels, 

to somewhere, somewhere,

wherever the road leads us.

as the view from the windows changes,

as the wind blew on my face,

we are far, far away,

excitement fills the air.

how sad it is for some,

that only thought of their destination,

who can't feel the anticipation,

the surprise that may come along the way.

as i sit inside the bus,

i wonder what stories i pass by.

i try to look at everything,

though so fast, i'm trying.

though how many hours i must sit,

even all i can see were just trees.

i enjoy every minute of it.

how the bus sings with me.

and whenever the ride is finished, 

feels like i'm saying goodbye to an old friend.

until next time, 

i will travel,

i will travel, 

and i will see each story i pass by,

though so fast, i will.

Reviews

[Elvis Gilley]

Interesting topic. I thought it was a good poem and I appreciate you sharing.

[oxo]

thank you so much. :)

[Hiram Claudio]

Very well written. Your reflective mood is engaging throughout. Nice work!

[oxo]

oh, thank you so much. :)

[Kenneth The Poet]

Quite good.

[oxo]

need to 'repair' it still. hehe. thanks anyway.

[Kenneth The Poet]

No problem.