To the bus driver

To the editor:

This is a note of appreciation for our school bus driver, Brian Beals. These guys are sometimes overlooked but I believe they play a crucial part in our kids’ education. The first school experience in the morning and the last in the afternoon, in a large part, belongs to the drivers.

This came to me as I was watching the bus make its way up my road. So thanks, Brian, here’s to you!

Every time I see the bus

So yellow-trimmed in black

I think of all the times before

How it takes me back.

On given days, I would wait

For the bus to stop outside

The door would open and my grandson

Would step down to my drive.

The bus would wait for awhile

To make sure I was home

Then waving to the driver

Inside he’d wait for “Mom.”

The year all passed way too fast

Now college is the place

But all the memories that I have

Time never will erase.

So these words are for Brian

The driver of that bus

Never early – never late

And never any fuss.

I always felt that he was safe

While riding in your care

To school and back for 12 quick years

And I just had to share.

Thank you!