Canon McKnight
@canonmcknight.bsky.social
“In song we breathe the old memories. In stories we walk with those that came before us. It is in our blood.” -The Shaman
I write about the American West and a few other things.
I write about the American West and a few other things.
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Canon McKnight
@canonmcknight.bsky.social
· Sep 15
“This place. Too many reminders. Too many things set into my bones. I walk through that door, and every breath is a memory.”
- Capt George Roedark O’Shea
- Capt George Roedark O’Shea
He looked at the shaman and drew a breath.
“I feel it all the time.”
“Oh?”
“The weight. All the broken things.”
“Such as?”
“Nothing I haven’t told you before.”
“I see. Well good.”
The captain raised an eyebrow.
“Good?”
“Yes. It means you do not carry them alone.”
-The Earth After Rain
“I feel it all the time.”
“Oh?”
“The weight. All the broken things.”
“Such as?”
“Nothing I haven’t told you before.”
“I see. Well good.”
The captain raised an eyebrow.
“Good?”
“Yes. It means you do not carry them alone.”
-The Earth After Rain
October 27, 2025 at 11:26 PM
He looked at the shaman and drew a breath.
“I feel it all the time.”
“Oh?”
“The weight. All the broken things.”
“Such as?”
“Nothing I haven’t told you before.”
“I see. Well good.”
The captain raised an eyebrow.
“Good?”
“Yes. It means you do not carry them alone.”
-The Earth After Rain
“I feel it all the time.”
“Oh?”
“The weight. All the broken things.”
“Such as?”
“Nothing I haven’t told you before.”
“I see. Well good.”
The captain raised an eyebrow.
“Good?”
“Yes. It means you do not carry them alone.”
-The Earth After Rain
This reminds me I need to start again garden for fall. The first breeze of autumn always stirs a poet.
“If you truly love nature, you will find beauty everywhere.”
- Vincent Van Gogh
“If you truly love nature, you will find beauty everywhere.”
- Vincent Van Gogh
September 27, 2025 at 2:57 AM
This reminds me I need to start again garden for fall. The first breeze of autumn always stirs a poet.
“If you truly love nature, you will find beauty everywhere.”
- Vincent Van Gogh
“If you truly love nature, you will find beauty everywhere.”
- Vincent Van Gogh
Aberdeen turned and covered her mouth.
“But it’s a bear.”
“I know.”
“But you’re cutting yourself, why?”
“How do you think you find a bear. You use what you have, your own blood and wait. He’ll make noise soon enough. Don’t be dainty when you’re hunting something hungry. Give it what it wants”
“But it’s a bear.”
“I know.”
“But you’re cutting yourself, why?”
“How do you think you find a bear. You use what you have, your own blood and wait. He’ll make noise soon enough. Don’t be dainty when you’re hunting something hungry. Give it what it wants”
September 26, 2025 at 2:53 PM
Aberdeen turned and covered her mouth.
“But it’s a bear.”
“I know.”
“But you’re cutting yourself, why?”
“How do you think you find a bear. You use what you have, your own blood and wait. He’ll make noise soon enough. Don’t be dainty when you’re hunting something hungry. Give it what it wants”
“But it’s a bear.”
“I know.”
“But you’re cutting yourself, why?”
“How do you think you find a bear. You use what you have, your own blood and wait. He’ll make noise soon enough. Don’t be dainty when you’re hunting something hungry. Give it what it wants”
“That prayer. Can you teach it to me?”
“I can tell it to you. But I cannot teach it to you. Scars teach it. It’s an old prayer. My father’s which was taught to him by his father.”
“How old is it?”
“Old. It goes like this:
Oh bones of earth
We wake again
Despite the night
We wake again…”
“I can tell it to you. But I cannot teach it to you. Scars teach it. It’s an old prayer. My father’s which was taught to him by his father.”
“How old is it?”
“Old. It goes like this:
Oh bones of earth
We wake again
Despite the night
We wake again…”
September 26, 2025 at 12:16 PM
“That prayer. Can you teach it to me?”
“I can tell it to you. But I cannot teach it to you. Scars teach it. It’s an old prayer. My father’s which was taught to him by his father.”
“How old is it?”
“Old. It goes like this:
Oh bones of earth
We wake again
Despite the night
We wake again…”
“I can tell it to you. But I cannot teach it to you. Scars teach it. It’s an old prayer. My father’s which was taught to him by his father.”
“How old is it?”
“Old. It goes like this:
Oh bones of earth
We wake again
Despite the night
We wake again…”
“The story goes like this, lass. There was once a wee lad, maybe seven who lived on the aisle of Skye. And every day a magpie would fly over his gran’s little cottage. And every day the boy saw it and ran to wave at it since of course it came to see him. But the bird would fly off…”
September 26, 2025 at 5:31 AM
“The story goes like this, lass. There was once a wee lad, maybe seven who lived on the aisle of Skye. And every day a magpie would fly over his gran’s little cottage. And every day the boy saw it and ran to wave at it since of course it came to see him. But the bird would fly off…”
“You can’t be serious, Aurthur.”
“I am. Now listen. Down in the gorge, it’s black as piss. I won’t be able to see anything on a night like tonight. So I start going the wrong way throw a rock or Spoon or whatever’s handy.”
“Where do I throw it?”
“Eh, at my head is fine, I’ll just turn round.”
“I am. Now listen. Down in the gorge, it’s black as piss. I won’t be able to see anything on a night like tonight. So I start going the wrong way throw a rock or Spoon or whatever’s handy.”
“Where do I throw it?”
“Eh, at my head is fine, I’ll just turn round.”
September 26, 2025 at 3:21 AM
“You can’t be serious, Aurthur.”
“I am. Now listen. Down in the gorge, it’s black as piss. I won’t be able to see anything on a night like tonight. So I start going the wrong way throw a rock or Spoon or whatever’s handy.”
“Where do I throw it?”
“Eh, at my head is fine, I’ll just turn round.”
“I am. Now listen. Down in the gorge, it’s black as piss. I won’t be able to see anything on a night like tonight. So I start going the wrong way throw a rock or Spoon or whatever’s handy.”
“Where do I throw it?”
“Eh, at my head is fine, I’ll just turn round.”
“I don’t know this easy road you speak of. I know the shit. And muck and guts and falling down, throwing up and loosing blood and failing and going hungry and forgetting all good things because they’ve run away and still I am here. I am here. So if you think I have a quitting side, do me a favor…”
September 26, 2025 at 2:32 AM
“I don’t know this easy road you speak of. I know the shit. And muck and guts and falling down, throwing up and loosing blood and failing and going hungry and forgetting all good things because they’ve run away and still I am here. I am here. So if you think I have a quitting side, do me a favor…”
Where are you my friends
Another trip and off you went
And we held down the fort
Because that’s what we do
But I came back
And learned of you
And him
And you were both just here
Talking talking
All of us playing pretend
To fix the world
And then it ends
They took you both
And left me to fend
Another trip and off you went
And we held down the fort
Because that’s what we do
But I came back
And learned of you
And him
And you were both just here
Talking talking
All of us playing pretend
To fix the world
And then it ends
They took you both
And left me to fend
September 26, 2025 at 1:17 AM
Where are you my friends
Another trip and off you went
And we held down the fort
Because that’s what we do
But I came back
And learned of you
And him
And you were both just here
Talking talking
All of us playing pretend
To fix the world
And then it ends
They took you both
And left me to fend
Another trip and off you went
And we held down the fort
Because that’s what we do
But I came back
And learned of you
And him
And you were both just here
Talking talking
All of us playing pretend
To fix the world
And then it ends
They took you both
And left me to fend
Saund de lain
Nor crutus bayne
Hallut moud
Et sobberale
Mifreaud vouh
Porcusanoug
Wilbquolon
Xenyfoug
Bow heiy mahk
Abrongduring
Like that weird one
The Italians sing
Nor crutus bayne
Hallut moud
Et sobberale
Mifreaud vouh
Porcusanoug
Wilbquolon
Xenyfoug
Bow heiy mahk
Abrongduring
Like that weird one
The Italians sing
September 26, 2025 at 12:33 AM
Saund de lain
Nor crutus bayne
Hallut moud
Et sobberale
Mifreaud vouh
Porcusanoug
Wilbquolon
Xenyfoug
Bow heiy mahk
Abrongduring
Like that weird one
The Italians sing
Nor crutus bayne
Hallut moud
Et sobberale
Mifreaud vouh
Porcusanoug
Wilbquolon
Xenyfoug
Bow heiy mahk
Abrongduring
Like that weird one
The Italians sing
The daughter drim
Oh cursed seas
She forsook the ways
And laws that be
Picked up the lance
Of fallen knight
Foot down to earth
And held on tight
And through the horse
And mail it shook
And pierced the heart
Their king it took
And so she lives
In songs they sing
The girl alone
Who slayed a king
Oh cursed seas
She forsook the ways
And laws that be
Picked up the lance
Of fallen knight
Foot down to earth
And held on tight
And through the horse
And mail it shook
And pierced the heart
Their king it took
And so she lives
In songs they sing
The girl alone
Who slayed a king
September 26, 2025 at 12:11 AM
The daughter drim
Oh cursed seas
She forsook the ways
And laws that be
Picked up the lance
Of fallen knight
Foot down to earth
And held on tight
And through the horse
And mail it shook
And pierced the heart
Their king it took
And so she lives
In songs they sing
The girl alone
Who slayed a king
Oh cursed seas
She forsook the ways
And laws that be
Picked up the lance
Of fallen knight
Foot down to earth
And held on tight
And through the horse
And mail it shook
And pierced the heart
Their king it took
And so she lives
In songs they sing
The girl alone
Who slayed a king
In her arms
The world at large
Sink or swim or inward barge
The rhythms, light, breathe in the air
A touch of autumn, touching her hair
And cold, so cold
The world becomes
But in a book the music hums
And strums
And beats and drums
Moving daughters
To seize the day
Within the pages
Come what may
The world at large
Sink or swim or inward barge
The rhythms, light, breathe in the air
A touch of autumn, touching her hair
And cold, so cold
The world becomes
But in a book the music hums
And strums
And beats and drums
Moving daughters
To seize the day
Within the pages
Come what may
September 25, 2025 at 9:46 PM
In her arms
The world at large
Sink or swim or inward barge
The rhythms, light, breathe in the air
A touch of autumn, touching her hair
And cold, so cold
The world becomes
But in a book the music hums
And strums
And beats and drums
Moving daughters
To seize the day
Within the pages
Come what may
The world at large
Sink or swim or inward barge
The rhythms, light, breathe in the air
A touch of autumn, touching her hair
And cold, so cold
The world becomes
But in a book the music hums
And strums
And beats and drums
Moving daughters
To seize the day
Within the pages
Come what may
The Man on the Tele
So there was this crab, right
Big bugga
Not the dad
But definitely the motha
Claws like hammers
Body THIS size
Lemon juice and butta
Cooked up real noice
So yeah, found a big bloata
Out on the tides pools
Nearly got me, he did
Delicious mate
(We miss you, Steve)
So there was this crab, right
Big bugga
Not the dad
But definitely the motha
Claws like hammers
Body THIS size
Lemon juice and butta
Cooked up real noice
So yeah, found a big bloata
Out on the tides pools
Nearly got me, he did
Delicious mate
(We miss you, Steve)
September 25, 2025 at 9:09 PM
The Man on the Tele
So there was this crab, right
Big bugga
Not the dad
But definitely the motha
Claws like hammers
Body THIS size
Lemon juice and butta
Cooked up real noice
So yeah, found a big bloata
Out on the tides pools
Nearly got me, he did
Delicious mate
(We miss you, Steve)
So there was this crab, right
Big bugga
Not the dad
But definitely the motha
Claws like hammers
Body THIS size
Lemon juice and butta
Cooked up real noice
So yeah, found a big bloata
Out on the tides pools
Nearly got me, he did
Delicious mate
(We miss you, Steve)
We will sing in these flowers
When they grow again
We will sing of these hours
Though we know not when
We will ring from the towers
As we arise again
And live
And love
And do good again
To mother, brother
And your neighbor kin
And then
We will begin again
If it is not
Because it shall not
Be the end
When they grow again
We will sing of these hours
Though we know not when
We will ring from the towers
As we arise again
And live
And love
And do good again
To mother, brother
And your neighbor kin
And then
We will begin again
If it is not
Because it shall not
Be the end
September 25, 2025 at 8:06 PM
We will sing in these flowers
When they grow again
We will sing of these hours
Though we know not when
We will ring from the towers
As we arise again
And live
And love
And do good again
To mother, brother
And your neighbor kin
And then
We will begin again
If it is not
Because it shall not
Be the end
When they grow again
We will sing of these hours
Though we know not when
We will ring from the towers
As we arise again
And live
And love
And do good again
To mother, brother
And your neighbor kin
And then
We will begin again
If it is not
Because it shall not
Be the end
“She was lovely and kind. They said I wouldn’t make it through winter. She had something to say about that. She was the first woman I saw in this world. And that’s a hard standard for any woman to match, especially for a boy who still misses her.”
- Spoon
- Spoon
September 25, 2025 at 6:54 PM
“She was lovely and kind. They said I wouldn’t make it through winter. She had something to say about that. She was the first woman I saw in this world. And that’s a hard standard for any woman to match, especially for a boy who still misses her.”
- Spoon
- Spoon
There are no friends
Among the crew
They sit and cuss
And stare at you
Yet we row
Among the waves
Half are salt
And half are knaves
Yet we row
Against the waves
And together true
All underway
Pleasant
But half be druids
Would cut your neck
And drain your fluids
Yet row with me
And I with you
Among the crew
They sit and cuss
And stare at you
Yet we row
Among the waves
Half are salt
And half are knaves
Yet we row
Against the waves
And together true
All underway
Pleasant
But half be druids
Would cut your neck
And drain your fluids
Yet row with me
And I with you
September 25, 2025 at 5:30 PM
There are no friends
Among the crew
They sit and cuss
And stare at you
Yet we row
Among the waves
Half are salt
And half are knaves
Yet we row
Against the waves
And together true
All underway
Pleasant
But half be druids
Would cut your neck
And drain your fluids
Yet row with me
And I with you
Among the crew
They sit and cuss
And stare at you
Yet we row
Among the waves
Half are salt
And half are knaves
Yet we row
Against the waves
And together true
All underway
Pleasant
But half be druids
Would cut your neck
And drain your fluids
Yet row with me
And I with you
Spoon wrung his hands on his apron.
“Sorry sir, if you don’t mind me asking, who are you?”
The man in the long leather coat looked at him. A long silence between them. Spoon looked over at the captain. The Captain shook his head.
Spoon cleared his throat.
“Forgive me sir. These here…”
“Sorry sir, if you don’t mind me asking, who are you?”
The man in the long leather coat looked at him. A long silence between them. Spoon looked over at the captain. The Captain shook his head.
Spoon cleared his throat.
“Forgive me sir. These here…”
September 25, 2025 at 3:20 PM
Spoon wrung his hands on his apron.
“Sorry sir, if you don’t mind me asking, who are you?”
The man in the long leather coat looked at him. A long silence between them. Spoon looked over at the captain. The Captain shook his head.
Spoon cleared his throat.
“Forgive me sir. These here…”
“Sorry sir, if you don’t mind me asking, who are you?”
The man in the long leather coat looked at him. A long silence between them. Spoon looked over at the captain. The Captain shook his head.
Spoon cleared his throat.
“Forgive me sir. These here…”
Spoon turned to the big German. He looked up at him. He swallowed hard.
“Why do they call “Huntwitch?”
“It keeps the spell women away, herr Spoon. You cannot be too careful with evil. Three were burned in 1867.”
“What did they do?”
“Nothing. It was just time. We are not proud about that.”
“Why do they call “Huntwitch?”
“It keeps the spell women away, herr Spoon. You cannot be too careful with evil. Three were burned in 1867.”
“What did they do?”
“Nothing. It was just time. We are not proud about that.”
September 25, 2025 at 2:27 PM
Spoon turned to the big German. He looked up at him. He swallowed hard.
“Why do they call “Huntwitch?”
“It keeps the spell women away, herr Spoon. You cannot be too careful with evil. Three were burned in 1867.”
“What did they do?”
“Nothing. It was just time. We are not proud about that.”
“Why do they call “Huntwitch?”
“It keeps the spell women away, herr Spoon. You cannot be too careful with evil. Three were burned in 1867.”
“What did they do?”
“Nothing. It was just time. We are not proud about that.”
“The metal was impure at pouring. That’s why it broke. A wonder it didn’t kill you.”
The Captain turned from the window.
“Can you fix it?”
“No, only good for melting down now. The fire was weak at forging, and you have to have a good fire. Fire tests. Even bad metal with a strong steady supply…
The Captain turned from the window.
“Can you fix it?”
“No, only good for melting down now. The fire was weak at forging, and you have to have a good fire. Fire tests. Even bad metal with a strong steady supply…
September 25, 2025 at 1:39 PM
“The metal was impure at pouring. That’s why it broke. A wonder it didn’t kill you.”
The Captain turned from the window.
“Can you fix it?”
“No, only good for melting down now. The fire was weak at forging, and you have to have a good fire. Fire tests. Even bad metal with a strong steady supply…
The Captain turned from the window.
“Can you fix it?”
“No, only good for melting down now. The fire was weak at forging, and you have to have a good fire. Fire tests. Even bad metal with a strong steady supply…
“Make no requests on our behalf, Captain. We’ve live on this land a long time. We know how to work it, defend it, and you can be damn sure we’ll be watching for Portane’s men. And his women. And he should be watching for us. Like sand on a polished floor we are. Ever ready to slip a boot.”
- Lugold
- Lugold
September 25, 2025 at 11:35 AM
“Make no requests on our behalf, Captain. We’ve live on this land a long time. We know how to work it, defend it, and you can be damn sure we’ll be watching for Portane’s men. And his women. And he should be watching for us. Like sand on a polished floor we are. Ever ready to slip a boot.”
- Lugold
- Lugold
I was born to my mother
In fields of folly
I was born to my brothers
I hear them calling
Run now they say
Shake your mane
Run now they say
Carry our name
Blood of old blood
Our kin, ye ken
In your heart you carry
Blood fire within
In your heart you carry
What we hoped to defend
In fields of folly
I was born to my brothers
I hear them calling
Run now they say
Shake your mane
Run now they say
Carry our name
Blood of old blood
Our kin, ye ken
In your heart you carry
Blood fire within
In your heart you carry
What we hoped to defend
September 25, 2025 at 4:27 AM
I was born to my mother
In fields of folly
I was born to my brothers
I hear them calling
Run now they say
Shake your mane
Run now they say
Carry our name
Blood of old blood
Our kin, ye ken
In your heart you carry
Blood fire within
In your heart you carry
What we hoped to defend
In fields of folly
I was born to my brothers
I hear them calling
Run now they say
Shake your mane
Run now they say
Carry our name
Blood of old blood
Our kin, ye ken
In your heart you carry
Blood fire within
In your heart you carry
What we hoped to defend
Is it weird to rest
In the playing with words
Cadence of speech
Word choice like thurs
Day is upon us
Break it up a bit
Mix up the whole dance
Be a bit shit
Add a surprise
Like I just did
You’ll never earn money
Or Swiss francs or quid
No idea what that means
Some potter verse
But it’s rest to me
In the playing with words
Cadence of speech
Word choice like thurs
Day is upon us
Break it up a bit
Mix up the whole dance
Be a bit shit
Add a surprise
Like I just did
You’ll never earn money
Or Swiss francs or quid
No idea what that means
Some potter verse
But it’s rest to me
September 25, 2025 at 3:55 AM
Is it weird to rest
In the playing with words
Cadence of speech
Word choice like thurs
Day is upon us
Break it up a bit
Mix up the whole dance
Be a bit shit
Add a surprise
Like I just did
You’ll never earn money
Or Swiss francs or quid
No idea what that means
Some potter verse
But it’s rest to me
In the playing with words
Cadence of speech
Word choice like thurs
Day is upon us
Break it up a bit
Mix up the whole dance
Be a bit shit
Add a surprise
Like I just did
You’ll never earn money
Or Swiss francs or quid
No idea what that means
Some potter verse
But it’s rest to me
Right son give granddad your ear
Come sit, listen here
People are shits real ass shits
“Henry language”
Sorry dear
But you do good pass me my beer
You do good cuz you is good
From your dads loins
He came from mine
“Grandad, gross”
Shut it
Be kind
Be sincere
And give em hell
Give em hell
You hear?
Come sit, listen here
People are shits real ass shits
“Henry language”
Sorry dear
But you do good pass me my beer
You do good cuz you is good
From your dads loins
He came from mine
“Grandad, gross”
Shut it
Be kind
Be sincere
And give em hell
Give em hell
You hear?
September 25, 2025 at 3:50 AM
Right son give granddad your ear
Come sit, listen here
People are shits real ass shits
“Henry language”
Sorry dear
But you do good pass me my beer
You do good cuz you is good
From your dads loins
He came from mine
“Grandad, gross”
Shut it
Be kind
Be sincere
And give em hell
Give em hell
You hear?
Come sit, listen here
People are shits real ass shits
“Henry language”
Sorry dear
But you do good pass me my beer
You do good cuz you is good
From your dads loins
He came from mine
“Grandad, gross”
Shut it
Be kind
Be sincere
And give em hell
Give em hell
You hear?
Above all play
Play with your game
Play with your looks
Play with your name
Play the hero
A villain or two
Play at rest
And workin’ 2
Play w/ th words
Play w/ you’re deeds
Play w/ ur food
Play w/ your sleeves
But play
Play like a child
And live, live wild
That 1s for you
Because that’s what I do
Play with your game
Play with your looks
Play with your name
Play the hero
A villain or two
Play at rest
And workin’ 2
Play w/ th words
Play w/ you’re deeds
Play w/ ur food
Play w/ your sleeves
But play
Play like a child
And live, live wild
That 1s for you
Because that’s what I do
September 25, 2025 at 3:37 AM
Above all play
Play with your game
Play with your looks
Play with your name
Play the hero
A villain or two
Play at rest
And workin’ 2
Play w/ th words
Play w/ you’re deeds
Play w/ ur food
Play w/ your sleeves
But play
Play like a child
And live, live wild
That 1s for you
Because that’s what I do
Play with your game
Play with your looks
Play with your name
Play the hero
A villain or two
Play at rest
And workin’ 2
Play w/ th words
Play w/ you’re deeds
Play w/ ur food
Play w/ your sleeves
But play
Play like a child
And live, live wild
That 1s for you
Because that’s what I do
Events of Chernobyl
Mr McGoo
Xenon pit eww
Do what you do
Be mad at you
Ok we two
Something break loose
A-Z5 ka-pew
Tower of blue
A fire in tank blew
Oh poo poo
Lights go weewoo
Water squirt floo
I taste mental don’t you
3.6 Roentgen phew
Nope 3.6x2083x2
I saw graphite
Fuck you no you didn’t
Mr McGoo
Xenon pit eww
Do what you do
Be mad at you
Ok we two
Something break loose
A-Z5 ka-pew
Tower of blue
A fire in tank blew
Oh poo poo
Lights go weewoo
Water squirt floo
I taste mental don’t you
3.6 Roentgen phew
Nope 3.6x2083x2
I saw graphite
Fuck you no you didn’t
September 25, 2025 at 3:28 AM
Events of Chernobyl
Mr McGoo
Xenon pit eww
Do what you do
Be mad at you
Ok we two
Something break loose
A-Z5 ka-pew
Tower of blue
A fire in tank blew
Oh poo poo
Lights go weewoo
Water squirt floo
I taste mental don’t you
3.6 Roentgen phew
Nope 3.6x2083x2
I saw graphite
Fuck you no you didn’t
Mr McGoo
Xenon pit eww
Do what you do
Be mad at you
Ok we two
Something break loose
A-Z5 ka-pew
Tower of blue
A fire in tank blew
Oh poo poo
Lights go weewoo
Water squirt floo
I taste mental don’t you
3.6 Roentgen phew
Nope 3.6x2083x2
I saw graphite
Fuck you no you didn’t
Into the Forthshire
Memory wisp entire
Returned I have
To younger days
When we would sing
And wade and play
But alone I’ve come
Along in age
Yet drum and song
Rosemary sage
Fire hair
Alights at night
When we were young
With love and fight
Dimly now
Feel the sand
Feel the drum
Son hug your land
Memory wisp entire
Returned I have
To younger days
When we would sing
And wade and play
But alone I’ve come
Along in age
Yet drum and song
Rosemary sage
Fire hair
Alights at night
When we were young
With love and fight
Dimly now
Feel the sand
Feel the drum
Son hug your land
September 25, 2025 at 2:56 AM
Into the Forthshire
Memory wisp entire
Returned I have
To younger days
When we would sing
And wade and play
But alone I’ve come
Along in age
Yet drum and song
Rosemary sage
Fire hair
Alights at night
When we were young
With love and fight
Dimly now
Feel the sand
Feel the drum
Son hug your land
Memory wisp entire
Returned I have
To younger days
When we would sing
And wade and play
But alone I’ve come
Along in age
Yet drum and song
Rosemary sage
Fire hair
Alights at night
When we were young
With love and fight
Dimly now
Feel the sand
Feel the drum
Son hug your land