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.
Copyright © Charles Fuller | Year Posted 2007
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