The Bus
He had been waiting for a bus
Impatiently in shadows land
Number Seven Destination Us.
Enquiries furnished no detail
And in fact off-hand, the pale
Official stated, "One is occasionally seen
On red-letter days in August along Hope's Rainbow
Or trundling the Green
Or.." "Would there be a bus, I mean
Has one been recently seen?"
"We don't think so, we don't know.
We owe you no precise info. Time will show,
However slow. "
She did, Time did near her End
Noiselessly, careering to a halt
Passengers alight! The bus he taught
Himself to hope in still
But how the hours kill..
The bus he said will arrive
It must! But like Thomas had to see
To know he could believe
Stopped and smiled
And offered to carry him miles
Invited him aboard
The engines roared
The bus for Each
The bus going to the Beach
Of Bliss
The bus going to the Sea of Trust
Bus to the Beach
Bus Seven, painted green like grass
Bus seen! Arrived at last
Bus for him bus for her
Where they were to the beach there
Destination Us!