There are both literal and metaphorical levels of meaning to this, as I'm sure you'd suspect. It is not a song, not at all. It is simply a poem.






This describes how I've felt as I've stood overlooking the hills of home on many a November morning as a young man, in the literal sense.






Trying to explain the deeper layers leaves me emotionally wrung so I'll demur.






- Chip QNP
 

In Western New York, the foothills of the Appalachians on the outskirts of the Allegheny National Forest. It's all dairy country and oil leases until you step back far enough...

Look, "home" in October, before the snows:

I think the sense of "home", the feeling that one "belongs" and can feel it throughout one's being, is one aspect I've tried to convey. I always like hearing from you, Rassan. Thanks as always for being so genuine and supportive.
- Chip

 

That is funny though that I can hear an orchestra in the backdrop. Both poetic and poignant. Thank you for being you and for sharing your deepest truest feelings aloud with us Chip.






Looking foward to your next installment,





Dor
 

Thank you, Dor. I really can't conceive of music for this. Like "The Hourglass", it simply "is".






Maybe it would inspire another musician; I'm too close to it.






Oddly enough, though ... each time I read "The Hunter" for myself Led Zeppelin's "The Immigrant Song" begins in my head, in the background as it were. ("We'll drive our ships to new lands ... to fight the horde, singin' cryin' 'Valhalla, I am coming'...") Maybe it's the same sense of archetype; what do I know? Interesting because I just quoted these lyrics elswhere for a completely different reason ... hmm...





That's just an aside; I'll have to think about it now.

 

very deep emotions expressed from a true artist and a good friend!  Nice to see you here again Chip!  Hope all is well! 

thanhtuyen