Am-Bushed Minding the flocks he had Not looking for surprise. He looked up And saw a bush, That blazed before his eyes. Weirder still there was a voice That came from in this thing It caused him to draw close And hush It had a familiar ring, ‘Moses I’m sending you Back from where you came, It’s time to free the slaves. Don’t think you can turn this down Excuses are quite lame.’ ‘ Who shall I... Read more