Disasters, Delights and Other Detours - 51. Last Day of School

This paints a wonderful picture, Parker. Of summertime, of innocence, of freedom. I especially liked the reference to the 'cheesewagon'. 

Liked it a lot, Parker. I remember fondly, those days I had off, when I was able to meet my kids as they came off the schoolbus... my daughters unabashedly calling out Daddy through the windows as the bus pulled up.  

2 hours ago, MacGreg said:

This paints a wonderful picture, Parker. Of summertime, of innocence, of freedom. I especially liked the reference to the 'cheesewagon'. 

Thank you very much, Mac. Summertime, that endless carpet of green warm days, is such a wonderful time. And I’m glad I’m not the only one who recalls that phrase for a school bus. 

1 hour ago, Headstall said:

Liked it a lot, Parker. I remember fondly, those days I had off, when I was able to meet my kids as they came off the schoolbus... my daughters unabashedly calling out Daddy through the windows as the bus pulled up.  

It was such fun to watch this bus on its last run of this school year. I’m glad your memories of those days bring you smiles. Thanks so much for reading this one. 

Ah, yes. Summertime and the release from school. Kids these days are rushed in their vacation, which is much shorter than the one we got years ago.

I can see this, it's written so well. Good to see the images of summer now, while they last, because they'll be gone in a flash, like every summer goes these days.

How nice it would be to feel free to study a mud puddle again!

12 hours ago, Geron Kees said:

Ah, yes. Summertime and the release from school. Kids these days are rushed in their vacation, which is much shorter than the one we got years ago.

I can see this, it's written so well. Good to see the images of summer now, while they last, because they'll be gone in a flash, like every summer goes these days.

How nice it would be to feel free to study a mud puddle again!

 

 

Those days yet linger under the hot July sun. Gone so quickly, yet appearing endless as we got off that bus, once. I’m glad this struck a chord with you.

Being a townie, I walked the two blocks to school. It wasn't until Junior High that I rode the bus and by then was far too cool to study mud puddles. Still, I remember the joy of release on that last day. Thanks for jogging the memories. 

1 hour ago, dughlas said:

Being a townie, I walked the two blocks to school. It wasn't until Junior High that I rode the bus and by then was far too cool to study mud puddles. Still, I remember the joy of release on that last day. Thanks for jogging the memories. 

You have hit the phrase perfectly... the joy of release. Perhaps I’ll go back to studying mud puddles and leaves and snowflakes... Thank you for reading this, and for your thoughts. 

So much yes, in this poem. Love it, Parker. 

5 hours ago, Defiance19 said:

So much yes, in this poem. Love it, Parker. 

I’m very glad you like this one. Don’t I wish summer was for always...