Friday, August 10, 2007

Hail to the Bus Driver

The passengers applauded as the aeroplane touched down,
But no-one claps the driver of the bus to Blanchardstown.
He pulls up to the bus-stop, but there’s no-one there reacts,
He doesn’t get the kudos that the airline man attracts.
So next time that the fifty five pulls into Heuston Station,
Let’s give the poor old driver a magnificent ovation.

1 comment:

Sherry said...

Hi Peter
Greetings from Asheville, North Carolina.

I posted your poem on my blog, with your by-line and a link to your blog. Hope that's ok.

I'm at:

I'm new to blogging, but am having fun writing about riding the bus.