I watch the launch for a rocket 
Four minutes till launch 
The white smoke comes from the rocket 
People talk, saying about all the safety checks 
My parents talk about how the helicopter is folded up
Only three minutes till launch 
Will the bits come back for use, my Mum asks
Two minutes till launch 
The countdown is beginning 
It is light where the launch is, but where I am it's dark
Not long now
One minute till launch 
Imagine...

When I'm among Australian school kids, I am like a foreign species.
I, the artsy one.
I, the one who's never been to school.
I, the one who lived through the trembling earth, and learned about stories of it being a dragon. 
I, am a foreigner. 
The questions and comments flow like quicksand; Do you have any friends? What's New Zealand like? But how do you socialize? You're so good, I can't even draw a stick figure. So, you just...

Sometimes people want to much of me
The names and faces, swirling, telling me to do better
Sometimes the white noise of all the criticism, telling me what to do better, rather than seeing how far I've come, is excruciating. 
Sometimes they don't notice how I've grown, the only notice my mistakes 
The words of what I need to change, swirling in a hurricane of hate
Oh, how I need the praise, how I wish it would equal all the...

Three little girls
Younger than ten
With chocolate brown curls
Went camping, and then
They played on the swings 
And they saw all the sights 
For children have wings 
Childish delights 

These little girls 
Went fairy watching 
Notes written on stones 
They played with mood rings 
One day the oldest 
Of somewhere near eight 
The absolute boldest 
Left out fairy bait 

The children, they waited 
But they couldn't watch 
They had to return to their tents 
And the fairies came...