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On The Way To The Bus Stop
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On The Way To The Bus Stop |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
 The season was "..*In just spring".. And the world was mud-luscious, Like in a different poem, But without the balloon man. * Winter was over, the scent was new grass, That took away power from snow-moldy must, That drifts up from earth, That's been rotted by winter, It was spring...but just. The glove of frost, losses its grip, When the gift of April is given-which Replenishes need of high goulashes- And bright colored raincoats.. With Little kids in them. Joy comes easy, when you are wee-little Even when parents cut holes in your fun.. Women in curlers, speak to disorder- Walk behind children, a few steps behind. Loudly they utter, directional signals, Is that mud on your dress!", and "put that stick down!-but First and third graders, Spend all their attention on Leaf-and-stick-pirate-ships, Curb..floated down. The queens captain drifts over the wash In a bright yellow schooner, (At the helm of the Bus) To carry the buccaneers Far from their crimes-then- Folding doors open... Red lights are blinking (Cannons are flashing) The ship hatch is jimmied, And, on-board... The kids climb. Mothers turn backwards, With feelings of sadness, Their minds having sought, Old-worlds by remembrance, And thoughts of their very-own School-bus rides-when Their own tiny hands Wiped fog from the windows; As a say of goodbye, To their very own mothers They don't see the puddles... That wet their day slippers... A match for tear-moister That dampens their eyes. * "in just spring" by ee cummings [This message has been edited by ice (02-01-2016 06:15 PM).] |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Oh I really enjoyed this!! Stands to reason I have more memories as I get older, and those memories are more precious than ever. Coming full circle is golden, and my place in that circle means the world to me. There is my mother, my daughter, my granddaughter...and then there is me. Goodnes, you really got me going, although I think about this full circle quite often, and all the love that links us together. Thanks for this little gem... |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Wide smile on my face as this brings back great memories. Well written images of the scene. Enjoyed very much. Loved the curlers line ..... |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
I recall many good memories from my early childhood, Ice, but alas and drat they turned into nightmares as I grew into my teen years. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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Cari Member Posts 411 Englnand |
I had the luxury of being driven to and from school in the family car when I was small and later on my bike. But at the start of long summer holidays I went by train to the country when I stayed with an aunt where she lived in a small quirky village deep in the Kentish Weald. So I remember wiping fog from the train windows and waving goodbye. What I take from your poem is the right for children to run free. To build camps, paddle in streams and experience the beauty of nature for them selves etc. Some parents are getting so over protective and almost paranoid over their offspring. Playing arcade games on IPods and gossip on cell phones will teach them little about life, both the good and the bad. The world is certainly not composed of stereotype heroes and the answer life’s many problems they will face will not solved by a gun. If children are not allowed to play with other children free from their parents watching eyes, where do they learn the social skills they will need in later life? I liked very much your trip to the bus station Ice Cari. [This message has been edited by Cari (02-01-2016 06:37 PM).] |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Blues It is a poem written to stir emotions. Your reply means that my intention worked. Thank you for feeling it. *********************************** ethome I remember my Mother in curlers, telling me I would miss the bus if I didn't hurry.. Thats where that line came from. Thanks for the reply. *********************************** JP Yup...Things change when you get a little older, and become a teenage know it all. Thanks Jerry *********************************** Cari "What I take from your poem is the right for children to run free." That is a greatpart of this poems meaning.. The whole story line is built around just that. Thanks for taking the bus staion trip with me. "Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
enjoyed reading this...james |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Thank you, James Glad you enjoyed reading my poem. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Fantastic write, dear Ford. I always walked ... no I always ran to school, it took me approximately 15 minutes. No bus experience, but oh so many things happened on the way to school and back!! My children used the school bus and they always had their adventures happening on there! Ahh yes, freedom to enjoy sun, rain, snow, not being stressed by every little spot of mud ..., that means fun. More and more it happens to me that I realize the passing of time, enjoying memories and getting also melancholic over some! Great job! Margherita |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Dear Friend Such a nice reply. I can tell your emotions are genuine, and that means a lot, as the poem was written to stir emotions, the good kind. Thanks for reading |
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