I don’t normally blog poetry, but the passing of our giants this past month has put me in such a mood.
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What is built becomes our future
Hand-constructed, stone by stone
Quarried by our elders’ labors
Fashioned with their strength and bone
Dare to dream, and dare to conquer
Fears by building castles grand
But ne’er forget, and e’er remember
To take a new step we must stand
On the shoulders of our giants
Who, seeing off into the morrow,
Made the dreams of past turn truth –
How their passing is our sorrow.
