They came from the early 1900’s
These photos from long ago
Back before there were cars
And they are treasured so
When photographs go this far back
Sometimes you have to guess
For certain who the people are
But it’s always been my quest
To collect a history of ancestors
To pass on through the years
My kids and their own
A story of conquests and fears
To put names to the faces
Of those who have gone before
A family tree that goes way back
To open that ancestral door
Old homes in photos that I see
Oh, just gives me chills
I want so much to go there
My curiosity I want to fill
I hope, my friend, that you too
Can have such a treasure fest
Get them out, pass them down
Don’t keep them in a chest!
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