Tuesday, 17 May 2016

The town was usual enough

The hill was usual enough; it had
A house, a sheep, a patch of grass, a seat
In the middle, and even a big map with a glass top
I like.   My brother, my cousins and I
Did what girls do – rested in the hot sun
drank, made big smelly mud balls, dodged the mad
Parents, crept like mice through the long green grass with a hope that we will get to the top,
Great long view,
Doing nothing important.

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