Welcome to Diane's Poetry Club!
Today's poem is randomly selected from those sent in by kids just like you! I would really like for you to send me a poem. It could be published right here! Go now to Write a poem of your own.
The Bus Stop
There's a place,
close to home,
where the dirt is just right,
to grow a poem.
Where the bus is supposed to stop,
At exactly 7 o'clock.
But a poem shows up,
before the bus does,
I guess a poem can't wait,
just because the bus is late.
Then another poem comes,
or maybe even two,
and if the bus is real, real late,
I make myself a few.
— Diane
San Diego, CA
