Image: Ben Franklin by Jules Paige
I have travelled half a world to stand here. Left behind my steamy summer for this freezing winter. But rugged up against the cold I have longed for this day to look up at a man whom I have read so much about. A ‘founding father’ a man who actively promoted the union of the states a man from poor working class origins who had a vision that only unity could bring about.
Today on this bitter morning I look up at you, your face looking ahead I wonder what you saw, I wonder what you would think now. Is the world as you thought it might be, I am sure you would never have envisioned the technology we take for granted now but has your country reached the heights you could see all those years ago.
As a visitor and in awe of the achievements of you and others at the time I am saddened just now a small boy walking with parents asked them who you were and your name didn’t ring any bells with him. I watch as his dad explains your significance no doubt this boy’s education will be enhanced by this visit.
I gather by coat around me and head off, like you Mr Franklin, I too look ahead.
winters bracing wind