June 23, 2011 Leave a comment
I’ve been to the island of Malta many times, and absolutely love the place. And one of the best things about it are the canary-yellow buses that flock around the main fountain in Valletta and take you all over the island. They are ancient and unique and full of life and personality. And, as of this summer, they are all being scrapped to make way for horrible, impersonal, boring modern buses run not by owner-drivers, but by the monolithic corporation Arriva! So, in memory of these beautiful and magical beasts, here is a poem I wrote about them some years back, as I stood by the fountain in Valletta, watching the flock go by:
BUSES by Neil Gardner
Like a flock of sun-gold flamingoes,
They swarm around the fountain now dry.
Some shiny new, others in death throes,
The journey may be hard but they’ll try.
All at once the flock takes wing and leaves,
As one they make haste and depart.
Squawking and screeching the sound weaves,
I watch, transfixed, full of heart.
Each one’s destination is different,
Yet the flock knows where to return.
To far off location the individuals are sent,
On a wing and a prayer, but no concern.
They’re back now, all yellow and noisy,
Surrounding me they nest and roost.
At night they lie warm, snug and cosy,
Before another day’s flock is let loose.
Here’s the link to the BBC News story: