Upon Whose SHoulders I Now Write

“Upon Whose Shoulders I Now Write” Saida Grundy Freshman Composition 103 October 11, 2000 Although the pen is in my hand when I write, I allow my mind, body and spirit evoke the essence of my ancestors and feed my soul from the feast of their experience. If the writer must write from observation and experience then mine spins from an ancestral memory harvested long before my birth. It has been tilled from the blood of my grandfathers …

…around the spirit world. What could be a more lasting reflection of your spirit life on this earth than the writings I present to the world? Although the pen is in my hand when I write my mind and spirit are fully engaged by the merit of my ancestral experience. I acknowledge that I am the sum total of the experience of my people. I pray I do not to let them down. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ **Bibliography**