First Day of School

When I was a senior in high school, I think I missed the bus about 10 times a month. Dad had to drive me to school. Looking back now, I'm glad I missed it so much, because I had that precious one-on-one time with my dad, but - I digress.

Karen www.keepingsecrets-karen.blogspot.com is driving the Poetry Bus this week to school! So, I promised her I would try to be on time.

Oh, so many ways one could go with this, but I wanted to have FUN - since that was the way in which it was presented by our bus driver. I did write a poem for Karen about our WVTech days, but want to keep that for later in September, since it is a little more obscure. I hardly ever rhyme my verse and I really love to. So, with a jaunty wave out of the bus window, here I go...


FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL


School bell rings.
Grab your things.
Run to the gate.
Don’t be late!


Heart’s thumping.
Brain’s pumping.
Children weeping.
Mothers leaping.


Summer’s over.
Goodbye, Rover.
Hello fall,
And hallowed hall.


Find a chair.
Fix your hair.
Smile at friends,
Or just pretend.


Shiny shoes.
Pencils (number twos).
Heavy books.
Learning nooks.


Favorite teachers.
Some are creatures.
Principal’s tall.
Vice is small.


School lunches.
Hate them bunches.
PB&J,
Makes my day.


Dismissal Bell.
School’s swell.
Maybe, then,
I’ll go again!

WHAT SHARON THINKS

WHAT SHARON THINKS


In a passing
conversation
about writing,
a poet friend
said she thinks
metaphors are
scary - such as,
“water is blood.”


I don’t want
one thing to be
another thing,
she argued.


Yet, she made
it clear that she
is keen on similes,
explaining - with
a grand gesture
of her hand,
“life is a simile.”


…Is it me?