Through hazy rain and faded light

End of day nearing night.

Mine eyes were clear and open bright,

When'st they beheld the rarest sight.

I spun my head to look once more,

My husband faint upon the floor.

Was I dreaming I wasn't sure,

As my pulse raced the brain was sore.

I had no camera, what could I do,

It passed so fast it nearly flew.

A rare rare sight I never knew,

I spotted the elusive bus - B2.

Now times I've tried to catch one on time,

When having trouble with that car of mine.

Hours on end I've stood in line

I've cried to the heavens - give us a sign.

Now believe me people it was true,

I dare not tell a lie to you.

Although I'd heard there were but few,

I believe I saw a bus - B2. By Yvonne Naylor

Roseneath Road, Great Lever

Converted for the new archive on 14 July 2000. Some images and formatting may have been lost in the conversion.