Rolling hills of Green
Fields seperated by shrubbery
Stone walls and trees
Sheep full of wool grazing
Windwills turning
Horses kicking up their heels
More sheep
A forest full of pines
Gullies and ravines
Running streams along the road side
Homes dot the landscape
The roar of the engine
Vibrations trickle up my spine
Fence post go flying by
A never ending stream
My eyes grow weary
My head falls back
Sleep
A heavy peaceful sleep
Belfast to Derry the bus pulls in
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