Terry Brewer

Rookie (3rd April,1939 / Aldershot, England)

The Bus - Poem by Terry Brewer

The buses come, the buses go
But aren’t those crawling buses slow
They creep and crawl and worm their way
And what extortionate rates we pay
For this uncomfortable conveyance.

Long country lanes, where no one dwells
The company time sheet still impells
The bus to call and see if, by chance,
The villagers have woken from their trance
And wish to see what lies beyond that distant rise.

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  • Brian Dorn (4/22/2006 11:23:00 AM)

    Terry, I like the way the subject matter shifted from the bus to the villagers... great ending!
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 8, 2006

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