Riding on the shoulders of giants

At the crossroads, where all ends meet.

I met a wayfaring stranger,

A giant: tall, and old and wise.

I looked up at him; and him down at me.

And for years he was all I could see.

I grew in his footsteps,

as he grew in my heart

And then one day,

I realized with a start:

Now I am a giant:

Taller, stronger, wiser

With a school of ducklings, following.

Soon, they'll be giants,

Taller, Wiser,

The burdens of life on their shoulder.

And we look back and see:

The miles and miles from whence it all began

~ Stephen Lee, July 2021 intake