Here you will find the Poem The Bush Lover of poet Leon Gellert
He lingers in the lazy grass And talks of loneliness with trees, The clouds pass, and the hours pass; And far afield he hears the bees. He sees the wistful moon arise; He sits and stares, and clasps his knees. The town cries and the crowd cries, 'I?ll stay with theses, he says 'and these.'
