Poet Sam Hamer celebrates his son’s kite flying, when the glory of this simple act is made brightly alive by the setting sun.
On the final run of the day as the sun sets, poet Sam Hamer reflects on following his son down the slope.
Sam Hamer on not quite getting a piece of music right, and then doing so, and finding something deeper.
This is a perfect album for a year of difficulty and strife, and yet contains the comfort and beauty of music with fitting lyrics.
Right-handed poet Sam Hamer imagines playing his brother-in-law’s guitar, but can’t because he’s left-handed, but they can make music together.