Hands were waved and kisses blown
As the bus slowly pulled away
Chattering and excited, the happy throng
At the start of a brand new day
As their innocence drifts to adulthood
They might recall this youthful heaven
They might remember the golden days
When they were only six or seven
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a sweet poem. Brought me back to childhood days when I couldn't wait for those school bus doors to open and see my loving Mom's face waiting there for me to disembark. Thanks for a beautiful memory!