Through the Bus Window
People walking
Selling wares
Laughing, talking
Friendly pairs
Some in groups
Some alone
Sweeping stoops
of humble stone
Daughters, sons,
Husbands, wives
Caring ones
Sharing lives
Through the glass
far from Tennessee,
these people I pass
seem just like me.
Selling wares
Laughing, talking
Friendly pairs
Some in groups
Some alone
Sweeping stoops
of humble stone
Daughters, sons,
Husbands, wives
Caring ones
Sharing lives
Through the glass
far from Tennessee,
these people I pass
seem just like me.
This poem is copyright (©) Theresa Gaughan 2024
About the Writer
Theresa Gaughan
Theresa is a third-grade teacher living in Knoxville, Tennessee. She is an avid reader and has a very extensive collection of children's books. The first poem she ever shared with others was written in fourth-grade. It was titled, I Have to Pay Attention. Her teacher asked her to make it into a poster that she later displayed in the hallway. Ms. Gaughan has no memory of the lesson that she missed while writing the poem.
