I walk through my
childhood neighbourhood.
Just because,
I lean against the lamp post
I held up every morning
in grade seven
as I waited for the bus.
Different weather
but always too
early in the morning.
More rusty,
it hummed
a greeting
remembering
(or maybe
that was me).
Shawn L. Bird 
This is so beautiful.
Thanks, Jenna
Yep – I remember my lamp post also! My brother and I hid a small stone behind it and would play football with it till the bus came. As you say, it was always too early. We stood in the dark and watched the sunrise in winter! Your poems are the first thing I read each morning. Thank you for them and the thoughts they evoke 🙂
Thank you! 🙂
I was too sleepy to play football with a rock. Arg.
A nice warm, fuzzy memory in verse. Loved it.
Glad you liked it Michelle.
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