by 2725dlEnnis, Clare, Clare, Ireland
Sep 2013 621 Views 2 comments
He.
He sits in comfort of the wide window,
Trees, traffic, people, buisiness.
A driver he,
On this journey,
He sits back in the reclining seat.
Wanting to read his news paper,
But the distraction of views wins his favour.
White hair, fresh mind,
Thinking!.
Thinking of her thats waiting.
Waiting at the other end.
She that makes him ,
The very blue eyed soul he is.
And I,
The observer,
Of his bus journey.
For Andy.
25/8/13.
Trees, traffic, people, buisiness.
A driver he,
On this journey,
He sits back in the reclining seat.
Wanting to read his news paper,
But the distraction of views wins his favour.
White hair, fresh mind,
Thinking!.
Thinking of her thats waiting.
Waiting at the other end.
She that makes him ,
The very blue eyed soul he is.
And I,
The observer,
Of his bus journey.
For Andy.
25/8/13.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Sep 2013
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