A balmy breeze arrives to bring
the subtle scent of flowering ling.
From heather nests the red grouse shout
their rapid cry of chout-chout-chout.
Aloft, is brightest blue and clear
and on hill slopes are grazing deer.
But this moor has an evil mind
and wicked ways it turns to find.
It summons up wildest weather.
Arctic blast and ice together
bring tumbling clouds of cumulus
to clump up as one leaden mass.
Then comes the pelt of sideways rain.
Some seconds on it's calm again.
A balmy breeze arrives to bring
the subtle scent of flowering ling.
I'm waching the clock its screaming tick tock 3 o'clock with homework not done im already gone out of this world with one ood friend she helps me out she calls me chout once again im dreaming in bed but ill alawys have that dream in my head i wake up to see my mom meanly glaring as i start blankly staring and staring as i keep staring wondering whats happening i got to school to see my teacher glaring i open my eyes gust anough to see my friend is failing once again its just a dream thank the lord now im really awake eating my stake doing my work watching my mom weirdly lurk i ask her why she doesnt reply oh well time for school but wait its saturday so i go back to sleep i awake and start to weep i start to weep beause i cant get back to sleep