Poetry collection number four by Vincent S. Coster. As he continues to find his voice and follow through on his determined effort to make a bold contribution to the Irish Poetic cannon, he also struggles with the sense of isolation which comes from being seperated from homeland and family. This collection contains some of the lesser known poems and they delicately handle such topics as a childhood memory of a cold morning when his father pulled a sickie, emotional distance and longing, as well as two poems that lamented the loss of life in the First World War all done with the same word painting style that has become the hall marks of his work.