Corner Pub #2 |
Transitional Cattle |
MoniDaPoet Member
since 2003-08-14
Posts 73California, USA |
Transitional Cattle Everyday Every morning In the evening Witnessing my riders Of a lovable damn BUS I look upon them - lightly Searching - for story Proud fathers - hungry Yet happy to give their last Little ones beside them Faces still unaware See now? Febble minded elders Happy to remember anything Good or Bad Now the perfect waste - Juvenile know-it-alls Rebels without a clue And last - Myself Recorder of this motley crew Judge of all who wander in Always knowing I am a card carrying member! I have only my genius to declare! [This message has been edited by MoniDaPoet (08-20-2003 09:10 PM).] |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
The riders are all unaware They're on their way to market; With jaded eye appraising them As they board the bus and park it. With sweeping glance he surveys them Allowing not one word In their defense, dismissing each As but one of a herd. |
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