The wheels on the bus go on and on …

NO WONDER YOU LIKE LOTS OF ICE CREAM!!!!!

Icescreammama

8:15am

Even though I was clutching a Dunkin Donuts cup, and standing outside of the elementary school with a slew of 5th graders all bouncing around on the natural caffeine called ‘youth’, my morning fog had not yet lifted. Or maybe I was in Ninja mode, mentally preparing for what just pulled up – four big, coaches, with enough seats to hold the entire fifth grade class, teachers and chaperones. It was no limo, but at least it wasn’t a yellow school bus.

On, we piled, the kiddies noisily and clumsily hopping from seat to seat, laughing and negotiating who sat where and with whom, like puppies playing musical chairs. I saw the long rush hour road ahead, and the dread settled, in a way the children never would.

It was then that the driver stepped on.  Immediately, all mouths stopped and dropped. He was Secret Service, CIA, body…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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