In this poem I see an older man (a grandfather? some old friend of the family?) sitting on a comfortable chair in front of the fireplace with a couple or more kids sitting near him soaking up the guy's personal, family, and the country's history as he knows it. Maybe some adults are sitting and talking quietly off to the side, maybe cleaning up after dinner or doing other quiet chores.

The older man sees the past and is passing it on while the kids hear his stories and use the information to dream of the things they want for their future.

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