waiting for the bus
running, laughing, hugging
….waving goodbye
Just past 8:30, the school bus stops out front. Children waiting skip around or just hang. Moms and grandmoms hang, and a couple of dads, too. I like to look out the window and take in the scene and reminisce back to time I rode a school bus every morning. I lived on a farm. When I wasn’t in school, I’d fetch fresh eggs from the chickens, or run thru the fields picking berries to make jam, or go fishing for little sunfish in the little brook and watch the little mice running back and forth across the floor behind the old tv, and then sometimes I’d see a big black spider crawling across the big white bathtub and I’d scream. I was so happy. After all these years, it’s still feels like yesterday, well almost. I was five years old.
