The Bus Ride
On the bus I ride,
Multi generations join me.
Lush scenery flows by of cornstalks with pink tassels and canna lillies that match.
The bus stops and a rider departs as a bicyclist and his dog pass by.
My mood is light and words appear on the smooth paper.
Yellow flashing lights and the bus slows, but does not stop.
Oh, a new arrival and the look of chagrin at the full bus; but the next rider is happy to see so many.
It’s a good bus riding day, with the prospect of a cool beverage at the end.