Effie

Effie

Early morning, the sun later and later,
And in the cool breeze, I am a waiter
At the bus stop, seeing lights of cars
On their way to work. Now the stars
Have faded, and only Venus bright
Still shines high in the dawn sky;
Rain forecast, but it is still dry,
And fortunately the bus is here;
Pulling into the stop, good cheer
For us waiting, and we get aboard;
It takes off, heading on towards
Corbiere, the lighthouse, the sea;
Such a lovely view and it is all free!
And there is Guernsey, Herm, Sark,
Distant but clear, up with the lark;
As the sun rises, round past rocks,
Seaweed strewn bay, red pillar box;
And rising back up the hill inland,
Away from coast, the sea, the sand;
And stopping again, the petrol station:
Empty, deserted, closed, desolation;
But a bus stop is there, and once again,
The dog, the friendly face, fluffy mane,
Gets on with his owner, loves patting;
Some talking now, and some chatting:
But I just enjoy seeing Effie, lovely dog,
Out for a bus ride, and a morning jog;
Another stop, goodbye Effie, as she
And her owner disembark for a walk;
It’s quiet now, headphones, no talk:
I read my magazine, enjoy the ride,
And memory of Effie, that to abide.