Tuesday, November 22, 2011

365


365


A full circle recurring,
Prophet of a time gone by
Drawn into the present.
No shame, only pride
For crossing the Straits.
A huge leap of faith,
Flown onto a lonely man.
Growing in the autumn air,
'Til the wandering he had done.
The last efforts of a boy,
Became the first of a man.
Where challenge fell to defeat,
Of all the dreams begun.
A year to the day,
The rock was fighting me.
And here I sit in comfort,
Remembering how that all
Made me....me !!