On Bus La To Boston 1980 Poem by Gayle M. Citrus Maize Water Nora Shoshone Doherty Winchester, story song Glen A, Sweeney +

I was on a bus ride home I was on the ride alone we got to Indiana and the bus was packed by far. The bus driver announced well - his voice was clear like a bell 'we're now approaching the gold - en dome of N.D.' -told. Then the bus was filled with cheers - cheers all at once - golden cheers!