KINDERGARTEN DROPOUT

I walk down the road
It's a mile to the highway 

and the bus Is waiting.
School, where children grow to fit.

But a snake lies across the road.
Is it a rattler? 

He's a gopher snake 

blocking the way. 

No school today.

I board the yellow bus
The faces and the noise 

distract and confuse me.
Who walks down the road 

a mile to catch the bus.

Bus stops at the highway.
This child won't go to school.

Too many distractions along the way.

I watch the sun warms the grass 

and play in my new school clothes. 

Next year, the bus will come 

all the way up to Baranca Road. 

First grade will be completed.

2 July, 1979

rev. slghtly 11/2/2015

I don't think this poem was ever typed up.