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Unsung Heroes Of The Predawn Light

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Unsung Heroes Of The Predawn Light


We are the unsung heroes of the predawn light.
No we may never have fought in a great war,
or saved a soul from the snapping jaws of death. 
People wave to us, but few know who we are
and most on a good days run could care less.
Like the organ grinder's monkey from days of old,
we have been repeatedly trained to do a task.
We do a job few would even consider doing
and most would not even attempt to try.
A job burdened with ever growing responsibility
due to the minutia of a ever expanding bureaucracy. 
A grossly undervalued, underappreciated profession
designated part-time by thoughtless administrations
that mouth how important we all are once a year
only to persecute us for every trifling thing later.
If you are lucky enough to survive a number of years
without resigning or becoming a sacrificial lamb    
on the altar of a fearful self serving public face, 
you will get a tiny pension for your devoted service.

We are the unsung heroes of the predawn light.
The tolerant souls that routinely put up with
a few rude demanding manipulative parents
and their insolent misbehaving little darlings
just to be able to serve the greater majority
of decent well meaning thoughtful parents
and the precious treasures of tomorrow 
they have temporarily entrusted to us.
Like a hamster running on a little wheel,
we go around in circles every single day,
but unlike the hamster we must summon
every instinct and learned skill to insure 
every turn we make is executed flawlessly.
We are kept aloft on our spinning wheel
by the deliberate hands of a caring heart
and the many small souls seated behind us
that come to trust us not to make a mistake.
We are the one person in their little lives
that are not allowed to ever let them down
for neither of us may be able to live with it.
We are their school bus drivers...     

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  1. Date: 6/26/2013 11:40:00 AM

    This put me in mind of the driver who recently gave his life trying to prevent one of his studen'ts from being taken hostage. Yes there are heroes with brave hearts in every walk of life. Beautifully penned. SuZ

  1. Date: 6/19/2013 3:13:00 PM

    Congratulations, Kim... Well deserved 2st place entry.... Jake

    Morrison Avatar Kim Morrison
    Date: 6/19/2013 4:47:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Thank You! Kim
  1. Date: 6/19/2013 2:16:00 PM

    Kim.....yes....words not enough....amazing art.....jimbo

    Morrison Avatar Kim Morrison
    Date: 6/19/2013 4:48:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Thank You! Kim
  1. Date: 6/19/2013 11:55:00 AM

    Wow, what a surprise ending!...At first I thought of teachers (Another underappreciated profession) but someone has to deliver the children SAFELY to the teachers first...Thanks for writing a poem that honors the people who work 'behind the scenes' so to speak...Congratulations - Tim

    Morrison Avatar Kim Morrison
    Date: 6/19/2013 12:46:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Thank You for the compliment! Kim
  1. Date: 6/19/2013 9:54:00 AM

    you kept me in suspense until the end...for a while I thought it may be teachers.....congrats on your win

    Morrison Avatar Kim Morrison
    Date: 6/19/2013 12:47:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Thank You! Kim
  1. Date: 6/19/2013 9:44:00 AM

    Congrats on this winning piece, Kim. Wonderfully worded...and sad in it's truth. I fondly remember the bus drive who took me to school when I was around 8. I was first on, and last off because I lived on the outskirts of the city. He was so sweet and kind. I hope that you get the appreciation and respect that you deserve! The souls entrusted to your care are a precious cargo to carry. :) LOVELY write!

    Morrison Avatar Kim Morrison
    Date: 6/19/2013 12:48:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Thank You! Eileen It was written by a bus driver and for bus drivers.
  1. Date: 6/19/2013 9:36:00 AM

    A nice winning poem Kim, congratulations! xox~ LINDA

    Morrison Avatar Kim Morrison
    Date: 6/19/2013 12:49:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Thank You! Kim
  1. Date: 6/19/2013 9:24:00 AM

    unsung heroes a great work.They obviously deserve a place in family prayers along with teachers.

    Morrison Avatar Kim Morrison
    Date: 6/19/2013 12:50:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    We are the forgotten people behind the scenes! Thank You! Kim
  1. Date: 6/19/2013 9:14:00 AM

    Congratulations Kim, thank you for the story, and truth on how life hurts for some....... Luv* SKAT

    Morrison Avatar Kim Morrison
    Date: 6/19/2013 12:56:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    School bus drivers are hurt most by the fact that they are treated as if they are invisible until there is a problem administration wants to blame us for. This needed to be said and i am glad I said it. Thank You SKAT! kim
  1. Date: 6/9/2013 2:02:00 PM

    I remember back in the late '40s and early '50s I rode the school bus in a rural school district. The worst that ever happened was if the bus driver ever told my dad I misbehaved, Dad would rightly take the word of the driver and discipline me.. I still have the greatest respect for Mr. Brown, our driver.... Jake

    Morrison Avatar Kim Morrison
    Date: 6/9/2013 2:17:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Thank You! Bus drivers today are respected less by all and have less authority than years ago. One of the reasons why is people now days will look for any reason to file a law suit. I always liked and respected my bus drivers, but I remember old Mr. Whitcomb most fondly. Kim
  1. Date: 6/8/2013 6:16:00 PM

    So very true what a great way of expressing yourself

    Morrison Avatar Kim Morrison
    Date: 6/8/2013 6:25:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Thank you for your comment!
  1. Date: 6/8/2013 10:52:00 AM

    - The end surprised me, Kim ... - But, yes I think it is a tiresome and hard work ... much noise and busy traffic. - Have a relaxed weekend, hope it's your day off. - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)

    Morrison Avatar Kim Morrison
    Date: 6/8/2013 11:05:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Thank You! I wrote this deliberately in such away that you would not know what I was talking about until the end. Kim
  1. Date: 6/8/2013 9:52:00 AM

    WOW! Unsung hero is right. It takes a special person to take responsibility for all those young lives. Well done, for the poem and your life's work.

    Morrison Avatar Kim Morrison
    Date: 6/8/2013 10:39:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Thank you very much for the comment on this one. This one is near and dear to me. Kim
  1. Date: 6/5/2013 5:03:00 PM

    once I got to the ending I got it, such a lovely tribute, I myself never thought of it this way, that bus driver does have a responsibility and many parents are assured of their safety not knowing the trust they actually have, enjoyed this one of the unsung hero's , ~always, Linda

    Morrison Avatar Kim Morrison
    Date: 6/5/2013 5:46:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Thank You! We make what we do look easy, but it is not easy at all. What hurts us most is not the students or the parents that occasionally give us a hard time, but the total thoughtlessness and lack of respect shown to us by our employers. The very people in charge of educating your children.