Chatham Road Bus Stop
Joey, 1st grade.
Little hand in mine.
So fragile, yet strong.
Wearing his black Nike jacket,
with red letter on the sleeves.
Carries a Ziploc bag of Captain Crunch
for the walk.
“Look both ways before you cross,”
I remind him.
He does and then we’re there.
I chat with parents,
As he blends into the sea of other kids.
Oblivious to my presence except
for a brief second,
when he rushes over to
press the empty cereal bag into my hand,
then scurries back to his friends:
Cal, Lily, John.
When the big yellow bus rounds the corner,
I see that he doesn’t look back,
Soon, he climbs aboard
and is gone.
Note: I “found” this poem when I recently paged through some old journals. “Found” poems are always a nice surprise, yet this is not something that I have focused on much with my students.
Have you ever taught your students the strategy of looking back through old journals/pieces of writing to find the elements of poetry?