Behind Every Bush There's A Tree Poem by James McLain

She showed U.S. more promise than this,
before he went limp he was wise.
Do not kick up a fuss for me, I left no note.
I shan't come back wait and see.
No more fetching water, no more lies.
It's much to soon for the flies.
I have since drount in this your shallow sea.
Shadow's that move no one's there.
There was no tunnel of light, I could out run.
Sunday's missionaries, the hot burning sun.
Now that I have your attention, look around no one's home.