Holding at 35

Holding at 35

Country drive incomplete without black top
For some miles we drove and stayed alive
Some smell roses, others will never stop
Class of seventy-six marks thirty-five,
Remembers life was best if we didn’t get caught
In hormonal tsunamis slamming us
Our concerned folks kept saying we ought
Not talk of such things on the morning bus
each one feared we’d feel the temperature climb
heating our unprotected dignity
On a hill five miles away back in time
Wanting to build a grown up community
Yellow school bus shifting on black top still
A Bragg Morris memory from the hill