The Bus Ride

[georgek]

I searched for my God high and low
In the trees and the seas
I looked above and I looked below
I watched the stars...including Mars
And I asked my God which way to go

He showed me thieves who saw my soul...with many words and dreams untold.
I asked a friend. which way to go?
He muttered words that I did not know. but spoke of a bus that had a place to go.

I looked across and I looked behind but he. sat in front and was rearing to go
There flew a cow along side a sow and then a twister right next to a Mister.
A marvel I saw which I did not muster.

So I closed my eyes and began to fluster, cos he was in front and God help you Buster!

To wonder away from the gaze of a daze, all conjoured in haste, lest we behave!
I looked at my God and saw him smiling, as he looked down on me and then down on him.

I saw the view... more clearer than he, for he was in front...straight ahead was his view.
Better was mine, cos I saw the vine, the fruits and the pines , the limes and the slimes.

Regards George (alias Jonah The Poet)