Flying down a Belizean road,
jungle flies by green and bold.
It seems as if the driver knows
that greenery keeps us safe as gold!
I on the other hand, see the edge.
It’s blurred, yet fills my heart with dread!
This bus is not an Indy car,
so I might soon be flying loose!
I’m hanging on with hands gripped fast,
my knees they brace, yet still I shift.
The gal beside is sitting calm,
she has this knack to keep her ground.
I find I’m pressed into her arm
which I sure hope does not alarm.
I would have stopped, I really would,
if this old bus just hadn’t slewed!
And now the bus slows to a crawl.
The city’s flow is kind of slow!
Roller coasters will now be tame
cause this old bus was really game!
Author – Bill Tidsbury