The House On The Heath

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