His mother lilts for the dancerswhen there's no musicians to play;she stands by the field sideon summer eveningsand faces themas they show off their ancient artto the darkening sky,while the old folk sit on chairswatching with critical eyesand the children,with fewer years than fingers,sit on wallslaughing, shoving. clapping;and he one of them,though prouder than theybecause … Continue reading Heritage: A Story