Up But Down-Part3

Up but down…part-3 In my errand for a fill of Hilly air, I can’t forget its Kicking present, its woes and ills Carrying that down-to- earth ache To sooth which I run up and down While the days worryless and dour Don’t dither in their flow. And I Turn to musing on these hills Long after my bus had belted Down its narrow, winding slopes Tearing away its dry and shy But superbly high-flying air