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The Eclectic Pen - My Elusive Roots

By: Lisa C. (IrishHillbilly)   + 8 more  
Date Submitted: 4/26/2007
Last Updated: 4/26/2007
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 108
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I am fascinated by my elusive roots Buried under the red clay soil No doubt better left alone in the foggy dew of the past Why does my heart yearn to know? I dramatize and romanticize A simpler life than mine Less boisterous, less choices In reality a hard, cruel time Of bent, tired backs and a hunger in the belly Who was he, that man from the past Who left Ireland with his woman And wound up on a riverbank In the tangled hills of West Virginia With his woman and now a son Why did he journey across the sea Leaving behind my heritage Vanished without a trace Except for the work worn lines Etched in his hands, and his face December 3, 2005 By: LSC

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