Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Boy, Waiting for a school bus

"A dozen ghosts are whining in the grove. Ditch and stubble fields, tar that never ends;a frozen dawn, a scattering of snow." This poem reminds me of when I had to ride the bus to school. i had to walk down a long driveway in the freezing weather and also having the snow blowing across the fields making it hard for me to see and breath.


abdullahi said...

Emily,Truth is the daughter of Time. i agree with u. me two had to catch that bus and walk a long way like you did.

Ravina said...

Your poem was is good and also sad. Walking in a winter is very tough.