The Red Bus

As the memories tumbled out of the yellow bus

Am reminded of my dear old red bus.

Oldest of the fleet and snub nosed

I was last to get down and first to board.

Picnics, saturday movies

football matches trips

We all took rides on these buses to various gigs.

Fights for window seats and stolen glances

Romance on the back seats and some unwanted advances

And Fr. Keogh sometimes driving the blue bus

Oh! how I miss those special friends of my bus.

So many memories from those years past.

If only they would forever last.


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