Little Yellow Bus

Little Yellow Bus First day of school yellow bus stopping at the mailbox, Bouncing down country roads - pausing next to city sidewalks. Nothing seems to stop you not autumn rain nor sleet Morning and by afternoon you travel busy roads and streets. Traffic never phases you - you just motor on, Following appointed routes - this your daily marathon. Girls with pompoms, boys with bats, runners from a track meet, Students ride of every age filling up your empty seats. Stopping at the bus stop, not all cars stop too Speeding past your warning, they haven’t got a clue. Do you sigh when you rest within the bus brickyard Or dream the school year yet to come riding lanes and boulevards? First ride giggles, last ride whispers – all the in between – Forgotten lunches, mittens, scarves – life’s signature you see. We wait for your arrival, bus stop routine day-to-day, Sometimes need to remember, you don’t come on Saturdays! Hooray!