Bury Me

Bury me beneath the

Hedgebushes please

So my face will come

out on all it's leaves.

I don't know why

The Hedgebushes come to mind

But it just passed by

My poor burnt out mind.

I hate the Hedgebushes

You see they have Spiders,

Bugs and Bees

And they are always after me .

Hedgebushes are a place

where the Snakes curl

And hide to sleep

The bushes just make me weep.

                                             Faith S. Hudson

                                            September 3, 2006