Travel

INSIDE A GREYHOUND BUS
 
White lines broken disappear – underneath and out of sight
Try and count them if you like – no way you’d get it right
Today I ride the Bruce Highway – inside a Greyhound bus
It cruises along effortlessly – with very little fuss
 
The driver keeps a steady line – concentrating, always and endlessly
He guides this Greyhound on and on – never to reach its destiny
Today I ride the Bruce Highway – inside a Greyhound bus
It cruises along relentlessly – with very little fuss
 
Yes the big red bus goes on forever – each day is just the same
People use this mode of travel – to achieve their personal aim
Today I ride the Bruce Highway – inside a Greyhound bus
It cruises along eloquently – with very little fuss
 
The big red bus does not complain – for it’s without a brain
Regularly tuned and maintained – contented it does remain
Today I ride the Bruce Highway – inside a Greyhound bus
It cruises along nonchalantly – with very little fuss
 
With rubber wheels firm and tight – on bitumen roads belong
Whether daylight or in darkness – they carry the name proud and strong
Today I ride the Bruce Highway – inside a Greyhound bus
It cruises along elegantly – with very little fuss
 
From Brisbane through to Cairns and back – passing towns all in between
This stretch of road and this red bus – together always will be seen
Today I ride the Bruce Highway – inside a Greyhound bus
It cruises along rhythmically - with very little fuss
 
Yes Greyhound is the name you’ll read – as it passes by your home
Taking people north and south – always reliable and well known
Today I ride the Bruce Highway - inside a Greyhound bus
It cruises along economically – with very little fuss
 
This trip I’ve planned for quite awhile – for a family celebration
Everyone will have a story – who use the bus for transportation
Today I ride the Bruce Highway – inside a Greyhound bus
It cruises along tirelessly – with very little fuss
 
The wheels keep turning round and round – through the weather of the day
Man and machine go hand in hand – to take people home or away
Today I ride the Bruce Highway – inside a Greyhound bus
It cruises along methodically - with very little fuss
 
Now finally my journey ends – the white lines are now stationary
I exit via the front door steps – although I’ll say reluctantly
Today I rode the Bruce Highway - inside a Greyhound bus
It cruised along so splendidly – with very little fuss
 
© Daryl Barnes 2016


 
COLERAINE TO MACKAY

 
We’re about to move on - the time it has come
The end of an era - another chapter is done
Decision not easy - I am still in my prime
Built trusting relationships - up over time
 
The furniture van - is now loading our stuff
Some items are fragile - hope get secured well enough
Only take what we need - cull out the excess
Because there’s limited room - at our forwarding address
 
All sheep have been disposed - sold at the local market
Found homes for both dogs - we’ve sadly departed
Poultry left on the place - tenants happy to attend
The harvesting of yabbies - had come to an end
 
Now the car is all packed - for the long journey ahead
Finding it hard - to choose the right words to be said
As we say our farewells - to our family and friends
Turn over the page - another chapter now ends
 
From Coleraine to Mackay - take a look on the map
It’s a long way to drive - and to avoid a mishap
Concentration on high - we’ll take plenty of rest breaks
Because if we’re not careful - there’s high cost for mistakes
 
Can keep in touch on the phone - write ‘home’ a letter or two
Take time off from work - after enough holidays accrue
Then buy return tickets - to arrive safely the same day
When you work out the costs - it’s much cheaper this way
 
© Daryl Barnes 2016

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