The Leaving Bell
the children ran out of the school
the moment the bell rang
the leaving bell
it was scarcely to be heard
over the sound of their delighted screams
at the puddles and worms awaiting them.
mothers waited at the bus stop
for their muddy offspring,
to lead them home in lines like
the ducks led their ducklings to
the overflowing river.
© Bridget Noonan, 2011
For the prompt at Beyond Rhyme or Reason. I used the words children, bus stop, rain, and instead of faces, I used mother.
Now I’m actually going to bed this time.
EDIT: I also posted this at Poetic Asides. The prompt was for a leader or follower poem. 🙂