Down There in the Valley Down there in the valley,as long as I can remember,while the hawk circles overthe plover have crieda lament for each child. It has always been so, the parents, long sheltering, know their reasons for fearing the sky; the young as they must, growing wild, longing ever upwards, yearning for the freedom they do not see leads each day into an unknown – well familiar to you and me farewelling our little ones, so soon grown … And now, aware of another shadow c…
