Clyst Heath!

Purple I breathe: in turtle bold.
Washed my stewy hurricane
into a brim coast of gold.

What a Yu-Gi-Oh! pack of cards
could do. Oh that I am,
oh to which I look!

Clyst Heath!

My lilac fragrance
not so stops a moisture
bill.

On the step of the
hand kids, on the
swings I draw my quill.

Clyst Heath!

Meet me down the road,
meet me in heat; let us go
in kiddish laughs’n beat.

And beauty dimples
of another form:
more! more! more!

Clyst Heath: meet me South of there!

I love the new city where
rowdy todays are prolonged and
Summer time water dances along

in bounty fairs.
Eat me a cookie,
and keep me forever there.

Clyst Heath…