"I was one with the plains
One with the air, the water, the fire, the earth
I travelled by the power of my will
Learning the way of the sky
Aware of my destiny from an early age
Caring not it carried me away from the tribe into tributaries of soliloquy
Places of power built by an ancient race
Former keepers of the land our kind did so caring nurture..."
Extract taken from 'A Fire Burned Under A Different Sky' written by Matthew James 5th November 2001