The Big Yellow Hippie Bus

 The dream of the big yellow Hippie Bus:

It now sits a mile high with sweeping panoramic views of the high desert rolling plains...... Tires and wheels removed and propped up on old railroad ties...... Big YELLER............ The old School Bus...

If you listen hard you can hear the squealing children still........ 

Then came the Hippies to call it rolling home.......

'Hippies living on a bus...... when they are  all dead then what?  No more Freedom?

Send more machines to out smart us.

What few possessions...... last of the Mohicans? 

The then that tried to  gave it a whirl...........

Then the powers that be came and told them to move along........ opportunity presented itself elsewhere...

Some ran out of money and gas........

Some outside financing came and they changed their lifestyles........ hopped in on the system... but still smelled of Patchouli Oil........

God love us all.......

and the Big Yellow Hippie Bus.......

Little treasures.. that lay within.