The House On The Heath Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

I was walking in full sunlit
just the annoying wailing behind my back
the wind in full sail, that's lack
I waded through it

after all, there was no stopping it
I took shelter in the house on the heath
and that amidst early May
the wind was a tremendous beat

reminded me of days of yore
meanwhile the sun quickly disappeared
there was no goodbye to be heard
I took shelter in that house, rude winds no more

it was a very difficult job
the house was cramped and small on top
many annoying insects and small ants
i love walking very much, but this I did not plan

especially in May across the hay
when I get home safely
I'd think a long time before walking again in may
back to the house on the heath,
where I almost could not breathe

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