Sam Hunt

I don’t read Sam Hunt very often, and sometimes I find his ballad style not to my taste, but these are two quotations I jotted down ages ago which still appeal.

I tell him, child, look
these questions that you ask
have answers no man knows –
man writes many a book
just like he wears a mask.
Yet still the night sky flows.

From Song for Tom by Sam Hunt.

Storm is coming in that crazed rustle of leaves, the frenzied laughter of the seagulls skidding spread-eagled on the light. Like ice setting, the light sets hard.

From Plea before Storm, by Sam Hunt