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

Eyes 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.