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a poem in free verse about riding the school bus |
| the wheels on the bus go round and round... as I sleep curled in my little seat head on my school bag and covered with my coat the intermittent stop and go lulls me into deeper slumber I awaken at my final destination groggily pull on my coat and sling bag over shoulder I let all of the smaller kids get off the bus first I'm in no hurry to get to class but I make my entrance in time and begin a new day of learning just so I can make the return trip home and do it all again on the morrow About This Poem ▶︎ |