You returned from the North with good news-
Little Thomas and John found
in the sheltering arms of Protestant parents,
allowing your family tree to remain stately and strong.
Arduously researched, meticulously inked
a mighty shelter, whose roots firmly anchor you.
My bad news, a family tree in disarray-
A gamy stew of Missouri horse thieves, seductive wenches,
and a noisy mob with a thirst they cannot explain.
Artists without canvases, poets without paper,
and singers of curiously strident tunes
(which i croon in secret at night) .
From no place in particular
following a crooked path
to who knows where,
grateful to be there
upon arrival.
''a crooked path to nowhere''- and family tree-in the missing of faith-well expressed poem.
Yes! ! Rejoice in the roughness, the un-neatness of real people...
I had to laugh and laugh when I read this one! I enjoyed it tremendously! ! I come from just such a widely diverse family 'tree, ' and I, too, was on the rough side, so your tree fit my foot exactly! ! Great writing, looking forward to reading more!
Such are family trees. None exactly the same; but each, upon looking, shall find a king and a scoundrel. For none are pure. Do not lament your own. Only fear the pride of one above others. GW62
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Callie, you have a magnificent turn of phrase in juxtaposing refined lineage with the robust and rambunctious heritage of proud self-seekers. Excellent poem. Rgds, Ivan