riding giant shoulders

An old poem I wrote years ago. I dedicate it to Obama who has succeeded due to those who came before.
a little baby
tiny and toddling
falling and standing
running and tripping
tilting his neck up
to see what they see.
waiting for the times when
dad lifted him up
high on his shoulders
for piggy back riding
ducking his head down
beneath the doorways
so fast and so far
seeing far and wide
laughing and learning
while watching and growing
when he was a small one
dad was a giant

he knew then that riding on the shoulders of giants he could see very far indeed.

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