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!
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