I have had enough small sky

I have had enough small sky
I've had it a little sky,
the red room, and a potato patch.
The man who shovel handle
secretly leaning again.
I am writing this,
poems, articles and columns.
Words splicing,
phrases in a sentence after the.
Rhymes depends up
clothesline,
floating in the wind race
clean clothing.

Blow the extinguishing coal,
kick the edge of the fire
the flanking brick.

Open the door to my world,
here is space for one
a particular human.
The man the way you want,
Would you like some coffee, or wine?

Ordinary daily life, there is no
fiiniä too. I can be
kind, cruel or rough.