Turning The Page Poem by Randy McClave

As I turn the page
It reflects on who I am,
I read about my own heritage
And why that I care and give a damn.
I inherited my accent
And also my honor and pride,
My past has became my present
That came from blood and forefathers that died.
It came to me by reason of my birth
It became my soul's most proud inheritance
I became the receptacle of my own true worth.

I was born a proud and free American
But, my heritage does not end there,
I am a patriots great, great grandson
Whose surname I now proudly wear.
Now I know where came my rage
And my temper and pride and honor,
In my blood and soul I can feel the courage
That had left family members a goner.
My blood flows in many countries
And I am part of a Nobel clan,
In the mighty forest we are the sheltering trees
That is where heritage began.

Randy L. McClave