The First Day of School
Doodles and dabbling
Pillow stuffings in the hall,
There is toilet paper
Colliding in and out of each stall.
Perusing and cruising
Space shuttles standing tall,
There are sprockets and things,
In each hand, ready for the belle of the ball.
It is time for school,
Paper planes turned into sails,
Spelling bees to be won,
From the war of words and its tales.
The air is sweet,
Smelling of confections,
And sugary-decadent treats.
The children leapt in wonder
Of a sail going down
Its fragrant wind down asunder.
The rain fell down,
In quiet sheets upon its reeds,
Its fiercest storm, colliding into golden deeds.
The hurmphs released,
The liver tards rise to the air,
In bursts of laughter, bright and fair.
Laughter, rises upon her stare.
Its starlit beauty to the sky,
And she chimes a song to the air.
Calling the children back to school,
In shirts, crisp and clear,
She was my bus driver, both loved and dear.
Copyright © Ashley Mckennon | Year Posted 2010
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