Sunday, August 10, 2008

At The Bus Stop





A poem about Abraham Lincoln, by Walt Whitman ~ O Captain! My Captain!

5 comments:

Coca Cutie said...

Cool bus station, I could live there!
The trick for the bus to come is lightning a cigarette. It never fails!

George Townboy said...

Coca Cutie: That's a riot. That's a good reason to start smoking again! If I ever have to take a bus, that is. LOL

That bus station is right in front of the Castle, btw.

Coca Cutie said...

You wont be able to start smoking because the bus will arrive in a minute!

Good to know i have the restaurant just in front :)

Small City Scenes said...

Save a table for us all. The bus better come soon the man is starting to sing now. MB

Carletta said...

"Bus stop, bus goes, she stays, love grows under my umbrella...every morning I would see her waiting at the stop"
I just had to sing... :)

Love the perspective.