School to Home

Feet sore
Shoulder sore
Jumping about on the holes in the land

I smile
I’m broken
I feel worried

But my friend is here
Sitting beside me
We are chattering delightedly

She is my very best friend

No words go between us
The wheels roll over the road
The hum of the engine is all I hear

Tired
Broken
I am on my way home

No one but my friend can cheer me up
My sisters will always get my goat

That is why
and only why
I come home on a sour note.

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