I remember Jill
She used to
collect pebbles
On the beach near
us
She lived close
to me
We went to school
together
Never held my
hand
Called her my
angel
That made her so
very cross
She would wrestle
me
I acted the fool
She was so good
at science
Me? Empty headed
I lost track of
her
Would like to
take a crack at
Her saintly
armour
I’ll see her
again
Perhaps! But I’ve
got to go
Bus is right on
cue
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Bus stops are great places to stop and think...you never know who might come along either...another great poetic voyage
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely image from the words....
ReplyDeleteLove the energy in the rhyme - finger snapping - lovely
ReplyDeleteI think we all have a Jill (or Jack) lurking in our hearts...but that darned old bus keeps coming to pick us up, doesn't it?
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Don't you wish sometimes that bus wouldn't be on time so that you can stretch out those memories, just a bit longer?
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
Lovely reminiscent tone.
ReplyDeleteThose buses! They can make or break a romance.
ReplyDeleteI muse on childhood acquaintances myself, sometimes, and wonder what if.
ReplyDeleteMy two most thought provoking places - the beach and the bus stop! Anyway I'll look out for her and let her know you remember her!
ReplyDeleteMy two most thought provoking places - the beach and the bus stop! Anyway I'll look out for Jill when I'm next on the 333 and let her know you remember her!
ReplyDeletelovely, reminiscent poem leaves us wondering about old ties...
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