The bus ride home

Orange mist engulfs these tired kinds,
Uneasy silence mingles with constant rattling of mind,
And I stand here,
And you sit there,

Unmoving as if reproved.

In my palms, the words of Cox;
Music to my soul,
Oh! Sweet lullaby;
Unaware I soar to Labrador,

Gliding amid the hammocks.

I know now that I am not alone,
Least not for this hither;
By no means in Bonne Bay or Blanc Sablon,
Where eternal dreams linger
Until I find myself woken past a yore …

And I find the tired kinds oddly no more.

After a hard , long day of school, I was in the bus eager to return home, but I was more eager to start reading a book of poem that I borrowed that same afternoon written by a Canadian writter, Leo Cox. He would decribe Labrador and Gaspesie in the most dreamy way in a lot in his poems, so that's what inspired mine!

Believe it or not, I rarely take the bus because I find it really difficult for me being stuck amoung so many strangers. (Go ahead, laugh!) So reading his poetry was really a relief for me, a kind of escape that enabled me to write this not-so-terrible poem. I really need to ameliorate the meters and the rythme. Overthat, my rhymes don't flow so atractively. Well... it's a start.

By the way, I had to use the rhyming dictionary for ...like...every line!!!

...But that's our secret, okay?