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
© Sylvia Frances Chan - All Rights Reserved
To me this house looks similar to the farm house we have in India. All surrounded by wild grass, ants, insects and mosquitos. Nevertheless a house is a house which provides shelter and peace to the mind and body. Nice poem. Madam Sylvia. Full *******
In full sunlight day the wind tells the greatest truth. The beauty we feel under warmth of greatness. A nice poem is well penned.