Two by Two

We're going on an adventure.

A day out of our classroom, and onto the street.
Away from the school and our books and pens. Hurray!
"Stay with your partner, hold their hand tight!"
But what if they smell funny? It doesn't matter, we're too excited.
Down Nicholson Street we go, in the windy grey day.
Being buffeted to and fro by the big boys and girls with their shopping bags and files, and the men in dark suits with their brollies.
They can't see us, too busy with their own adventures.

Someone shouts, "I can see it!" and we all crane our heads.
A group of meerkats on the lookout.
The bus stop!
"Stand to the side, let the people pass."
The drops from the shelter cold on our ears, we wait.
The white and red buses draw in and away, but still we stay.
Fidget, giggle, let go of hands.

And then it arrives, the big green 48.
"Line up!"
People squeeze us, push us, ignore our wee feet.
But up we go, to the door with our faces all rosy.
The bus driver smiles, he knows where we're going.

We're going on an adventure.