Author: Sam

Story: A Weyrharper's Repertoire: 10 of 14

Series: Islinne Weyr

Note: C’rus reminisces on his life as a Brownrider. Based on Mill Worker by James Taylor.

My life began with tending
The herdbeasts and their young
I moved in with my Uncle
And then Runners were begun

Racing was a passion I found
That I enjoyed though it was tough
But somehow racing runners
Would never be enough
To feel alive...

Weyr life ain't easy
And Weyr life ain't hard
It's enough to fill your soul
If you look beyond the job

You get up 'fore the morning
And work throughout the day
If you think that tending dragons
Is hard, here's what I say:

Your eyes meet at Impression
And your soul begins to soar
Your life takes on a meaning
It could never have before

I think about the time
I've spent inside the Weyr
Fighting on the Thread days
And drilling on the clear

I remember friends I've met
And family that I've left
The weyrfolk and the crafters
And the riders and the dragons
That were here...

When I think back upon the
Turns that swept on by
The things that come to mind
Are my brown Lockwooth and I

Though the days go on forever
And the nights are ended fast
My bond with my bold dragon
Will remain when life is past

Your eyes meet at Impression
And your soul begins to soar
Your life takes on a meaning
It could never have before

...And may I fly these drills
...And fight the deadly 'Fall
...And don't let me forget
...Why I bear the pain and all

Your eyes meet at Impression
And your soul begins to soar
Your life takes on a meaning
It could never have before