Day Plunks Them Into Puddles

They get off the bus
fresh from their houses
Crisp pink cheeks
Glossy hair
Shoes pristine
Bows in their hair
Smiles for their friends
Smell fresh
Look clean

The day plunks them into puddles
Rolls them around in dirt
Throws them off slides,
watches them twirl onto grassy knolls
Gives them sweet smells of reality
Tastes of earth and salt

We put them back onto buses
Not so bouncy
Not so proud
They are unrecognizable
Wiser now
Not as innocent
Or as pristine
It is a wonder their
families recognize them
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Mcferran Avatar
April 3, 2019 at 5:22 PM
This is so perfectly TRUE!! Love every single line! ;)
Krutsinger Avatar
April 3, 2019 at 10:40 PM
I am so glad, for I would not have wanted to waste the 10 minutes this one took me. I wrote it in between my duty as bus greeter of 6 buses; one never showed, so on that day it was only 5 buses.
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