Garrowby Hill

On Garrowby Hill
    where we push the bus
the passengers fuss
    the driver sez dammit
the bus it fumes
    till we reach the summit
where down it zooms
    whining shrill
on Garrowby Hill

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(Note by amanuensis: Laurie says this poem was inspired by an experience on Garrowby Hill, E. Yorkshire, UK, one New Year's Eve in the late 1940s.

The hill is famous for it's precipitous slope. See a view from the top, here.

A painting by David Hockney, Garrowby Hill, exhibited in the Boston Museum of Fine Arts: see larger image at ARTinthePICTURE.com.)