Wednesday, January 13, 2010
BOY, WAITING FOR A SCHOOL BUS
This poem reminded me that back in high school whwn i used to wait the bus school to pick me up early in the morning, freezing outside, sometimes i used to wait the bus more then 30minuts because of the bad weather especially in the winter time when wind blowing into my face breath. This meant to me alot it remind me that early in the morning while i am waiting the bus i used to talk to my friends, but right now its only me by myself driving a car everyone sleep their is no onw that i can call early in the morning and talk to them while on my way to school
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This poem remided me of my past, and also made my mind wonder and remember all the times on the school bus. Starting off as a little first grader in the front row, to slowly working my way to back of the bus as the years went by.
ReplyDeleteThe poem was very interesting to red for me, because it can easily relate to you.
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