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.