Big Red On the Mantle
I brought a Ho Big Red Eagle Trailways bus
I had to add it to my collection being a must
My Big Red bus seemed out of place
Yet I would never ever replace
My bus collection seemed to say, “Big Red what are you doing here?”
For me Big Red was a welcomed opportunity
Needless to say, “Big Red felt right at home”
I was determined Big Red doesn’t need to roam
Big Red being a name of the past
But it is in my memory to last
Even thought Greyhound merged and is large with charge
Big Red has a history and to fellow bus enthusiast it is our marv
There is no problem that needs to be resolved
Just Big Red in highways gone by
Tears in not seeing Big Red in its cruising try
Big Red that everybody knew
But it was that name “Trailways” being its slew
The familiar Eagle that would soar the highway land sky
Destination being American towns and cities perhaps a Trailways Terminal near you
Big Red you achieved what America forgot
In my heart I will not
Thanks Big Red for the history and the ride
You are now in the hands of the Greyhound stride.
Copyright © Anthony Blake | Year Posted 2015
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