A Day In The Bush

• Rex Stucki, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2013

I was in the bush, I was so calm
And I was sitting on my tush,
Where I was? At the farm.
I wanted to eat something hot,
Something to fill my tummy, but I didn’t have a pot I couldn’t cook, I wanted to sulk.
After a while I was feeling funny, I was suddenly in trouble,
I desperately started searching for stuff, I needed
to get tough, so I walked and to myself I talked,
then I saw something in the distance, I ran without resistance.
Then it disappeared. So did I,