School Days

where did they go - days rusty with recall segments of memory here and there vacant at times youth was on my side - wanting knowledge like siblings - wanting to grow up explore independence - to read so wanted to ride the yellow bus pot holes filled with snowdrifts and mud puddles - such a long ride to get smart and make friends school seemed so far away I tired with lack of sleep - making stops adding friends to ride the distance I liked that school allowed play time but also insisted a nap before math no fussing - the day was long I welcomed the new curriculum reading was more difficult - hearing poor my struggle for sounds to read Dick and Jane to understand and to grasp recalling now - it was so hard Copyright © 2018 By Caryl S. Muzzey