Setting Off Poem by Paul Reed

Setting Off



Hands were waved and kisses blown
As the bus slowly pulled away
Chattering and excited, the happy throng
At the start of a brand new day

As their innocence drifts to adulthood
They might recall this youthful heaven
They might remember the golden days
When they were only six or seven

Wednesday, June 4, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: youth
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Colleen Courtney 05 June 2014

Such a sweet poem. Brought me back to childhood days when I couldn't wait for those school bus doors to open and see my loving Mom's face waiting there for me to disembark. Thanks for a beautiful memory!

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