Irish Conversation in the American Midwest #23
Of The Morning
-What did he say it was called?
-’The Lark of the Morning’
-Oh
-And then he made a joke
-I like that
-He said “or sandwiches at 4am”
-‘The Light of the Morning’, I like that
-Lark
-Yes, Light, I like that title
-No Lark. The bird
-Yes. ‘The Light of the Morning’. I like that
-Not light, Lark, the bird. Flutter, flutter.
-Oh Lark?
-Yes
-The bird?
-That’s right
-Oh, ‘The Lark of the Morning’?
-Yes
-I like that. ‘The Lark of the Morning’. I like that title
-I like sandwiches
-I like larks. When I was young I used to go into the hills just south of where I lived and I’d lie on my back and watch the larks go straight up. They would whistle as they went straight up. They would ascend. No other bird does that
-Harrier jets do it
-Yes, you’re right
Some Other Conversations:
• A Kansas City Phone Call to an Irish Mother
• County
• Safety
• A Chat With The Plain People Of The Midwest
• All Conversations: in a Dublin Pub, in the Midwest, in the Mind
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