I found a book in a tourist office in Seattle called `Poetry on the Bus `and I liked it. Recently I saw a poem about the closure of the ferry service across the River Clyde. All poems about travel are welcome!
The time has come we all must part This really breaks an auld lady`s heart For years and years I`ve taken a jaunt across tay Renfrew my favouite haunt And noo ye ken the powers that byde Are depriving the travellers a route over the Clyde.
If I Were a Bus by Learning Tree Montessori Preschool If I were a bus I`d go to the rainbow sparkly store, I`d go to aquarium sparkly land I`d go to a castle I`d go to rainbow sparklyland New York I`d go all over the world I`d go to Oochworm town If I were a bus I`d go everywhere
She drafts her letter of resignation, Moves to France, Buys a winery, Cuts her hair (short), Takes a lover, No, two, Writes her memoirs And a best-selling cookbook. Then her stop is called; She clutches her ticket, memorizes her numbers, thanks the driver, Who has himself moved to Spain.
Granny Ferry March 10
ReplyDeleteThe time has come we all must part
This really breaks an auld lady`s heart
For years and years I`ve taken a jaunt
across tay Renfrew my favouite haunt
And noo ye ken the powers that byde
Are depriving the travellers a route over the Clyde.
(Thanks to Ferry Supervisor Joe McLaughlin)
dreams Poetry on Buses 2007
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here are some of the poems in this lovely little book.
couple(t) by Chris Blakeley
three blocks later
they`re still kissing
Another,
ReplyDeleteWriting on the Bus- A Tanka by Judy Palmer
I wrote past my stop
should I get a bus transfer
or sit where I am
and write further on my route
since I`ve written this far
If I Were a Bus by Learning Tree Montessori Preschool
ReplyDeleteIf I were a bus I`d go to the rainbow sparkly store,
I`d go to aquarium sparkly land
I`d go to a castle
I`d go to rainbow sparklyland New York
I`d go all over the world
I`d go to Oochworm town
If I were a bus I`d go everywhere
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ReplyDelete1:175,711,536 by Angela Reid
ReplyDeleteShe drafts her letter of resignation,
Moves to France,
Buys a winery,
Cuts her hair (short),
Takes a lover,
No, two,
Writes her memoirs
And a best-selling cookbook.
Then her stop is called;
She clutches her ticket, memorizes her numbers, thanks the driver,
Who has himself moved to Spain.
Oh good the bus at last,
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Darn it!