The Cottage Poem by Ray Feasey

I saw a cottage on a distant hill
It was overcast and dull of light
The wind blew hard although all was still
Way past day yet not quite night

Nothing else appeared nearby
A lonely place I would have guessed
Just this cottage and the dull old sky
No lighting and its outside way past best

But what’s it like on sunny days
Perhaps first glance deceives ones eye
A lovely spot up there displayed?
As someone lives up there – But why?




Copyright © 2009 Ray Feasey