Windward

Windward
In the depths of my soul, there is a wordless song.

Thursday, June 30, 2011

THE MAN AND THE BOY 1989

A man stands and fights where he meets the enemy, knowing that his single contribution of the moment, coming from a true and humble heart, is vital to the welfare of those whom he is vowed to protect.

A boy has dreams more grand: to slay dozens, hundreds at a time.  But first, he seeks the perfect stage upon which to fight and display his skill and grace.

In his mind, the boy is most noble and will, one day in the very near future, be a celebrated hero...
while to those who depend upon his strength today, he is simply a frightened child, running away.

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