I fell in love with the trees The grass and the steam Rising from a pond to the warming morning air Heated by sunlight peaking through the clouds Each morning traveling on a bumpy dusty road Brown leather bench seats Comfortably fitting two But I sat alone Enjoying the window view ...silently I may not of known how to tie my shoe But I sure as hell could appreciate the view Each time we passed the scene I knew it was mine No one else admired it like me No one else gave it the time
Riding the bus to school was most of the time dreadful, but
at certain times of the year it was absolutely amazing. This
small pond was not viewable in small vehicles, you could only
see it from the school bus. I shared my beautiful scenery with a
wonderful class mate but she didn’t feel the same as I did about it.
She said it was just steam rising from the pond-nothing special.
It was special though, it was magical to the little boy I used to be.
It was the single best memory of school.