Bus Driver Poems - Poems about Bus Driver

On many a workday morning, I sit at my kitchen table and watch the BIRDS lite on electric lines, or listen to their sweet chirps from the treetops. I watch the SUN rising over the horizon, and in early Fall, I observe the green FIELDS of harvest slowly yielding their bounty. Left behind after a few weeks of sweat and toil is a...

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The school bus was full up one rainy day You can't come aboard the driver did say Mary cried for she would be late for school And being late went against the school rules. Yet the driver had a heart worth pure gold He couldn't leave Mary stood in rain and cold Someone may offer a lift, he then thought His mind...

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The prettiest thing I’ve seen today Is often there a rare display The shinning star in her constellation That moves about insighting sensation Like music to the ears A treasure to the eyes What the tongue calls sweet A smile labeled compleat Desire driven by the shape of the eyes The hour glass figure is no surprise Cheeks with dimples that paralyze Hair tamed...

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Children can be pretty noisy while you’re driving As they are in your responsible care. When you take the bus back to the garage, After dropping every child at their homes or daycare Make a thorough sweep over every row ensuring a child has not Been left behind and make sure everything is secure. 4/19/2024...

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Dear driver of the bus, drive your bus with care and concern for the children Be not in haste but be prompt, and be mindful of every rule while on the road Dear Bus Monitor, count the children entering and tick every child that leaves Your job is done if the ‘ins’ and ‘outs’ tally, I give you...

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Rainy wipers across the window splash Across the road you should not dash To catch a piece of windblown trash Waddle like a duck and you won’t crash...

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Keep your eyes on the road, and your hands on the wheel And please tell your dispatcher, if ills how you feel You don't want to take chances, with kids on your bus Their lives are in your hands, it's you that they trust To all the young children, you must always be kind And...

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My wife was once a school bus driver Brave lady she's still in therapy, a survivor It's quite a sad tale At times gets derailed Aims at kiddies with words I can't decipher...

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I always enjoy at 4:15 PM No matter where I’ve been In my house Backyard living room kitchen The beep beep of the yellow school bus driver As he rolls away through the neighborhood With all those kids skipping jumping And running home to be happy The driver’s gentle toot toot reassuring them The world’s still kind How he makes the beep beep Sound silly and...

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She came in all sassy and wanted to drive a school bus. We told her our school is unusual and she said that is fine. We have witches, warlocks, gargoyles, a ghost name of Gus. She said my kin are weirder than that, they can get out of line. So, we offered her a temporary position as driver that...

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Warm, cornflower blue September skies, Chase away end of summer Escorting in the beginning of Unruffled, cool, wet, autumn Shortening the days. Days of exhausting work From dusk until dawn Bring a successful abundant harvest As summer closes. Touch of living gaze and jump into An intricate maze of crescendo color, Flickering in a tangled blaze Of...

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In the morning they file out of it all crisp, clean, neat, voiceless. Dressed in plaid uniforms, white socks, a variety of jazzy shoes, not speaking. Hair fixed in a variety of “look at me” ways, with yarn, bows, beads and boxes. Okay, I was kidding. No one speaking. In the afternoon as they leave the school, their voices have...

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The bus driver and a rowing boat I remember a song “A slow boat to China” There was a man a bus driver who took his wife on holiday to Spain where his wife ran away with a shepherd The bus driver went home alone but had the house which exploded (a gas leak) when he sat on the...

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Hey, you could be a bus driver! And do you have nerves of steel? Can you drive while people scream? Are you awake at five? Do children mind you? Do you love kids? Hooray! Driver Bus...

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Public transpo buses are a poor man's taxicab, but you can't hail a ride when you need one You must sit and wait on a wooden street slab Buses are municipal elephants that move on asphalt trails If one arrives on schedule, then all is well Drop the money into the pay slot, and get taken to that menial job you got But...

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