Poem of the Day


Counting down

by Nadine Cranenburgh


Five minutes left –

not much longer to wait

When the bell goes

I’ll zoom right through the gate


Left at the rose bush,

scream down Breakneck Hill,

bump through the creek bed

right up to Pa’s mill


Spokes spitting gravel

I’ll skid to a halt

my bike left to rest

like a sweat-lathered colt


Scrubbed up and changed

then I’m right for a snack –

left-over shepherd’s pie,

sigh and lean back


“Wake up right now!”

teacher’s voice breaks my spell.

Four minutes left…

I can’t wait for the bell