up the hills

It’s half 10 and a rain storm is happening. The kids at the school are going crazy, cause their getting, wet. I was up the hills with daddy yesterday the sun was shinning and we a talked about the usual stuff about me getting a job and politics. Unusually however we talked about poetry. It’s not a first, but it did seem kind of novel. Someone had taken a plastic Chinese laughing Buddha, and stuck it on one of kerns that guide the way along the path. He was smiling down on the good folks of Lenoxtown. We paused a little pause a silence that was only punctuated by lark song. The whole day Lark Ascending was going through my head. The hills were fill of ewes and their lambs; I made a joke about various inhabitants of Lennoxton being Hybrids of sheep and humans. Dad laughed a genuine laugh. It was a good day.