Heather P Wilson
A Stroll On My Own
I just wandered away
A stroll on my own
Without a map
Direction or phone,
Got out of the smoke
Into the trees
Didn`t worry at all
I had no-one to please,
On further I went
Hopped over a stream
Saw creatures crawling
Heard myself scream,
Felt embarrassed
How stupid was I
There was not a soul there
To hear my cry,
I found a field
That led to a road,
Faced up to some cows
I was now getting bold,

The novelty soon
Was wearing off
Too much fresh air
Was making me cough,
Then I was sagging
Tired and worn
Feeling sad
Down and forlorn,
I had no wish
Anymore to roam,
But had no idea
How to find my way home.