Bunfight At The Kerbside Corral
She stands at the kerbside
It's what she does best
Stopping the traffic
In her high vis vest
She scans all around
Through silted eyes
Never once blinking
Sight set on the prize
A battle of wills
Is the name of the game
Everyday is different
Yet always the same
She rocks too and fro
On the balls of her feet
Sideways glances
Up and down the street
Waiting for that moment
When everything's right
Scanning for eyeballs
In her line of sight
She locks on a driver
With a menacing stare
Who's first to blink
Driver hasn't a prayer
She's ready to draw
She starts to fidget
Spins the pole
Between her digits
One final shot
At the drivers eyes
In that split second
His soul. It dies
The drivers hunches
On the steering wheel
But he couldn't beat
Her nerves of steel
She steps off the kerb
Full of intent
Marches to the middle
A position she cements
She plants her pole down
An act of victory
To the loser today
Absolute misery
The children they cross
Off to school they go
Another battle over
An easy win though
Her pole she cocks
Just like a gun
It's almost as if
She does this for fun
She looks at the driver
To catch his eye
A tormented soul
He heavily sighs
He lets out the clutch
Car lurches and coughs
Splutters and rattles
And rolls to a stop.
She marshals the kids
Another battle of wills
She steps off the kerb
And in for the kill
The kids March across
The once busy road
A pitying look
At the driver they throw
No need to acknowledge
An historic second win
She positions herself
On the kerb once again.
Jackie Phillips
Sat 24th Jan 2015 04:01
Liked the surprise. Of it being the school crossing. Nice poem.