Little Bush
A little bush At the picnic place, A little bush could talk to me.
I ran away And hid myself, And I found a bush that could talk to me, A smooth little bush said a word to me.
Elizabeth Madox Roberts
A little bush At the picnic place, A little bush could talk to me.
I ran away And hid myself, And I found a bush that could talk to me, A smooth little bush said a word to me.
A child slips away from a picnic and hides alone, hoping for something private and magical. The little bush she finds feels like a companion: smooth, close to the ground, and able to speak.
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