A Happy Little Bus Poem

"Drum, drum, drum," went the driver's fingers on the wheel as he waited for the traffic to clear. "Drum, drum, drum," went the rain against the windshield.
Thoughts of a sympathetic nature go through the driver's head at the delay to his passengers' journey, some going home to their teas and families, some going on adventures unknown.
"I hope no-one's in a hurry," he shouts out, "I'll share out my sandwiches if this takes much longer!"
One more roundabout and then the traffic clears. The rain continues for a while and so does the driver's melancholy.
But then, as mile by mile is eaten up and the weather clears, he begins to relax. And, just as the sun begins to shine, he remembers how much he loves to drive. The bus responds to his change in mood and his passengers begin to relax and once again look forward to their next journey.


A Happy Little Bus Poem by Adam Combie is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 UK: England & Wales License.