(R. Martin)



She's late again

Grab your coat and then

Wake mother from her slumber.



Take her to the bus

Because soon they'll be waiting at the corner.



All the times

She couldn't count if she tried

On her second grade fingers

Wishing to be with the snow covered trees

In the fields of East Andover



Late again

What's the hurry then?

Sometimes mother knows best.

"The day's begun. Live it like your last one."

In the fields of East Andover