My Family Tree Poem by Randy McClave

On my family tree
There are my parents and me,
And also my brothers and my sisters
And my grandmothers and grandfathers with their whiskeys.
On it is also my son and my nephew's and my nieces
And because of them my tree size increases,
And on the tree there are many grafts
The beginning of many wonderful heritages and drafts.
Upon my tree there are also many branches
Which has held back many mighty avalanches,
And deep and strong are the roots
They have brought forth many wonderful and glorious fruits.
The tree has weathered many droughts and storms
In different magnitudes and strengths and forms,
And there the tree has patriotically stood
As proudly as it always should.
The tree will not never rot away or die
As it reaches daily for God in the sky,
And then one day there will be a new limb
Then they too will be proud of their patriarch her and him.

Randy L. McClave