we talked of chickens, the coops, the wire,

he

brought me a specimen of lime mortar, held

with horse hair from the old wall.             we

placed it, discussed lime,             the burning,

and carried on.

made a pointy thing,                  will burn our

irons in the fire.

day of industry, company,                 winds

bent the rest of us, so we

followed the road to find

hedd wynn.

the light is coming through.

sbm.