Alison Cassidy

Rookie (6th August,1945 / Melbourne, Australia)

On The School Bus - Poem by Alison Cassidy

She caught the school bus
every day,
Margaret Kennedy,
plain and pigeon-toed.

She chose the same seat
behind the driver
(we liked to sit up the back) .
She'd bury her face in a book,
hiding her freckles under her hat.

She was a school prefect -
a real goody-goody -
who always wore her gloves
and 'reported' us
when we didn't.

She sometimes sucked sweets
which she'd smuggle
surreptitiously
from gloved hand to mouth.

Margaret was a loner -
aloof and without friends.
She was older than us
and we were all a bit scared of her.

One day she missed the bus.
We were told her mum had died
(she'd had cancer apparently) .

She never caught the bus again.


Comments about On The School Bus by Alison Cassidy

  • (3/22/2008 12:55:00 AM)

    so simple yet so great, the Anti-Climax in the poem made us ponder and read it again......Very nice (Report)Reply

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  • (2/20/2008 6:51:00 PM)

    Behind the plain and pigeon-toed Margaret Kennedy, there is a whole story...almost untold. Thanks. (Report)Reply

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  • (2/17/2008 5:54:00 AM)

    More than just a portrait, you tell a story, you take the reader on a journey and deliver this narrative with honesty and insight...the abruptness of the final line resounds. Superb work Allie. j xx (Report)Reply

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  • Dr.subhendu Kar (2/15/2008 8:33:00 AM)

    yet most touching ending and that is beauty of the narration and the way u creat the climax is most superb, and i admire., it deseves 10+, thanks for sharing (Report)Reply

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  • (2/13/2008 3:40:00 PM)

    Terrific character development, and I admired the quick and brutal ending. chuck (Report)Reply

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  • (2/13/2008 7:46:00 AM)

    One day she missed the bus.
    ..........................................
    She never caught the bus again.

    - Looking back (simhavalokanam) a line of 'missers'. I like the way you come to this.
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  • (2/11/2008 3:14:00 PM)

    A little haunting that one Allie!
    RogerXXXxx
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  • (2/11/2008 1:38:00 PM)

    OOoo, dear, that hit the spot, Alison you write with such compassion, seems that you saw much more, , from the back of the bus

    Thankyou for sharing this sad yet beautiful piece of insight with your readers

    Love duncan X
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  • (2/11/2008 4:51:00 AM)

    Another touching piece of Cassadian insight. So much revealed in so few words. t x (Report)Reply

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  • (2/10/2008 3:15:00 AM)

    Very touching. Your narrative is so strong, tight and tidy. You hold the reader's attention tenderly and yet firmly. All one has to do is read the first line and then he or she will be hooked. What touched me the most was the sense of finality in that last line 'She never caught the bus again'. 'Chekovian' to say the least.

    Love and best wishes
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  • (2/10/2008 1:15:00 AM)

    Very nice write allison, I think since time began we all have had someone in our class like her..... Very descriptive, and with a feel of sadness as looking back upon that time now as an adult......

    Bonnie
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  • (2/10/2008 12:50:00 AM)

    I liked this one very much. I like the way I fell off the cliff when it ended. (Report)Reply

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  • (2/10/2008 12:45:00 AM)

    Margaret, the Greek derivation of a pearl. Obviously this one didn't have a lustre... (Report)Reply

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  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (2/10/2008 12:38:00 AM)

    and suddenly, Margaret Kennedy may have been thought about, in a far different r vein, though, no one will ever know.....Excellent storyline & detail...Allie, i swear if
    i ever get down to that continent & country of yours, ....i will return to America with 2 invaluables...A baby kangaroo for my daughter....and a cooks tour of your hometown by you & the Champ, that will provide me (no doubt) a dossier of lifetime, diamond-chip stories that even advanced Alzheimers won't be able to pry from my brain! Great Work, lass & if i missya'...HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!

    ~ FjR ~
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 10, 2008

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 31, 2008


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