Shadows of Yesterday In Me.

I am the son of Britain and Californian Reared of Europe and the American Revolution Progeny of English countryside and Frisco Bay Yet despite all I have come to understand The puzzle is a hard picture to assemble I find my disposition within those lost Victorian halls And the desire comes from those longing for freedom My eyes are those of the chiseled line of Fuller’s My patience from the Finnish stonecutters Seppa My fiery spirit forged within the kilns of the Rowe’s As I search I find a Knight of the Crusades in my past Or a seventeenth century daughter of Salem Shipbuilders Painstakingly their faces have come to light in recognition They are of my flowing blood and strength of bone These people both ancient and contemporary define me A multitude of bonds of many traveled roads walked before me Within my veins flow the rivers crossed For now it is my honor and burden to speak of and remember All of you who laid the highways and past before me At your feet I sit in thanks…for giving definition to this man.