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480 pages, Paperback
First published October 25, 2018
"When I was a boy
Flying feathers in trials
I thought that my roots
Were as deep as the pyles,
I thought that my home
Was my refuge for life
I thought that my village
Was sheltered from strife.
An apprentice at forge
I would make the blades ring,
For I knew that by evening
I'd dance and I'd sing.
My lady, my beauty,
Her hair and her smiles
Had me rafting a house
On our very own pyles.
My babe in his backpack,
My parents at home,
'Twas all that I wanted,
'Twas all that I've known.
The mower took all,
My lady, my home,
My babe in his backpack - I'm left all alone.
Oh, Life, keep my village
In store through the years,
And let me return
When I've shed all my tears.
Then nothing will vanish,
Nothing will die,
And we'll walk with my lady,
My baby and I."