The howling winter wind – Always an eerie sound;

A high pitched whistle noise – That blows across the ground;

When’er I hear this wind – As round the land I roam;

I can’t really say why – But I feel more alone;

Chill winter wind and snow – Frosts both the land and soul;

It can bring my mood down – Like a falling yo-yo 🪀;

The West can sometimes seem – A rather dreary place;

But still, it is the land – Where my blog is home-based.