Tracing back my family tree
To find the people who make up me
Across the ocean to the mother land
Where half of me originally began
Lost in records of World War II
Tracing them nearly impossible to do
My mothers side from southern states
Robbing banks and trains are some of my traits?
Farmers, miners, Blackfeet and more
These shadows of ancestors who’ve come before
9/15/11
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem