BUSH CHILD:

I´m a wild child that none have tamed,

I´ve shrunk from city & clawed at town,

They´ve left me afraid, sad & so maimed,

I´m not here to please, I´m no painted clown.

I belong to trees of thorn & bush,

I weep tears of rivers old & green,

I´m as slow as time; please don´t rush,

Here I´m mad ; there I´m Queen.