Have you ever looked upon the giants,
Past the mountains in the distance?
They were not always so mighty long ago,
When they sat with us on this fence.
In that day their craft was soft,
Easy to mold but also to chip.
They labored with all manner of rock,
Shaping the stone and learning new tricks.
They did not work alone to build their skill,
Climbing on the backs of those before them.
They looked to the future with heads held high,
Looking behind to remember where they've been.
How wonderful it would to know that feeling,
To walk the gauntlet and come out the other end.
Standing by their side as we look to the horizon,
And see the young ones, as they sit on the fence...