BULLETIN: We have our first posted poem by a student!! Please click on YOUNG POETS W.O.M. POEMS to enjoy the work of Kelly Kusterman’s 4th grade student, Ana. Hooray for Ana!
Here it is.
In the Park
David L. Harrison
I saw a man, mid-nineties easy,
sitting alone on a bench.
Shoulders squared he watched
from under shrubby brows
the parade of park goers
strolling, dog walking, buggy pushing
along the path.
Mostly his eyes lingered
on shapely-legged mini-skirted young women
on lunch break from nearby offices,
and the bobulating breasts of joggers.
Some of the girls smiled as they passed.
I saw him nod, his vein-corded hands
resting lightly on the ivory knob of his cane.
At 1:00 the old gent rose.
In a series of small maneuvers,
he placed one hand on the bench,
used it and the cane to push himself,
He stood for a time, setting his bearings,
then walked carefully, head high,
to the nearby bus stop.
Somehow he managed to pull himself
up the steps, pay his fare, and take a seat
as the bus rumbled away,
and I realized
I had just witnessed
a successful girl watching spree.