Out of all the poems "Boy, Waiting For A School Bus" was my favorite. I just remember being younger waiting at the school bus in the wintertime freezing, trying to stay warm as i stood out there waiting for the bus to get there. I loved watching my breath freeze because it was so cold out, that's exactly what I thought about when I read the line: "His breath carves little statues out of the cold."
In this poem I can visualize very well. I can see the snow falling on the ground, I can imagine feeling the wind touch my cheeks, and find its way through my articles of clothing. That was the worst. I could deal with the cold but the wind added on making it horrible to stand out there daily waiting for the bus to arrive. I think the meaning of this poem is simply about a cold winter day where a child waits for a bus, just like any other day.