73

The fast bouncy ride
The top deck view,
The master route
A symbol of London,
Gone within the wind

You can still hear the chatter
Hanging in the back of the air,
No more; “Fares please”…
Whilst ‘some’ pretend to sleep,
As the old bus battles along
Feel the swirl around the bend

The hop on and off
The red bus calling,
Makes London my home…
Nowhere to be seen
No more twisted stairs

Bus 73 with old windows
Now apart of ‘Transport History’


Happy New Year 2014… out with the old and in with the new…

B. L. Crisp

N.B. Super old poem.

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