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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

  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


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IONE L. (zaneygraylady) - 4/26/2007 10:22 PM ET
another great one
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