From The Back Of The Bus Poem by Andreas Simic

The journey to school via that yellow tin can
They call it a bus at least where I come from, man

Long and narrow it transports it's precious cargo
And delivers daily where we must show to grow

My favorite destination of that vehicle not of choice
Was the back of the bus so I could hide inside and rejoice

Many lessons were learned on the way to school
Observing life from that back of that melting pot pool

One learned about friendship like book ends
The shy kid in the back whose parents did him send

The bully that would run amok
Those were the ones that would have me duck

There were smiles and frowns alike
Most days I would rather ride my bike

Some days were up but most day were down
In the midst of the crowd and the class clown

Intersperse that beautiful girl
And the kids that made you want to hurl

Some were kind and some were tough
Seeing some of both was enough

Not realizing at that young age
This was preparing us for a different life stage

The ride was a daily grind
While I was looking for somewhere else to find

From the back of the bus