Field Trip (poem)

Deepest maroon,
the red bus waits,
a trip for the classroom,
exploding outside the school gates.

"Are we nearly there yet?"

Shined up for a day trip,
a trip in a day.
Climbing steps,
we trip over our feet,
tripping and sliding and running...

"Bagsy the back seat!"

"You're not sitting with me!"

"Sir, Sir, Toby's been sick sir!"

We've not even set off yet.

Deepest maroon,
the red bus departs,
from school gates,
to fields of deepest green.

Deepest green,
the bus departs,
heavily armoured
for a day trip
a trip in a day.
Climbing steps in the line of duty.
we trip over feet,
tripping and sliding and running...

"Take her up the back seat!"

"She's not sitting with me!"

"Sir! Sir! Toby's been sick Sir!"

The troop has not even set off yet.

But with deepest maroon
she fills the room,
and the company,
trip...