Scholars

The
Chrome
Yellow
Bus
Comes
To
Take
Away
The
Kids,
Charming
In
The
Styles
Of
Today,
Sport
Clothes
And
Rainbow
Shoes,
The
Boys
Tall
And
Thin,
The
Girls
Round
And
Small,
And
I Wonder
At
It
All.
Their
Workday
Begins
But
I Would
See
Them
Run
Free.
It
Was
The
Same
For
You
And
Me,
And
At
This
Distance,
It’s
Hard
To
See
The
Use,
Since
Rebellious,
I Soon
Cut
Myself
Loose,
Poor
Fool,
Lost
In
A
Book
Of
Poems,
Under
No
One’s
Rule.