French Bus Ride Home - Poem by Gillian.E. Shaw
French Bus Ride Home -
Rating: ★4.8
The bus was packed
made my way from front to back
seat by chance found
youth - leg astraddle; sat down
together and
mine, knees towards the aisle
crooked then while
people passed in single file
just brushed, a smile
respect, from an age long gone
'Pardon Madame! '
Which gladdened a yearning heart
Chivalrous art.
January 2008
France
Friday, January 4, 2008
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9/23/2024 7:11:48 AM # 1.0.0.1119
thats a very nice poem. It's great that some people still have respect. I really liked this, you captured the scene with excellent imagery, and grace. I can imagine how you felt with your legs pushed out in the isle, I almost got a sense of trepidation, and then relief. Great job. Check out my stuff if you get a chance.