A poem of a mode transport

Answer 1

A bus ride down the winding road,
Through fields and forests, it does go.
Carrying passengers from here to there,
In its metal shell, we sit and stare.

The engine roars, the wheels turn,
As we watch the world outside burn.
Through bustling streets and quiet lanes,
The bus pushes on through wind and rain.

We stand and sit, we chat and read,
As the bus fulfills our every need.
A mode of transport, simple yet grand,
Connecting us all across the land.

So next time you board a bus,
Take a moment to think and discuss.
The power of this metal beast,
That carries us from west to east.