Ancestry
I spend a lot of time on Ancestry.Com doing my family lineage. This was just a short put together poem about my ancestors. Think of it as a mini epiphany in that I realized all my ancestors were strong in that they survived long enough to pass on their genes to their progeny. Just reflect on what it took to raise children back in the past. Remember your ancestors go back roughly to the last ice age, about 10,000 years ago. You have over 30,000 grandparents if you go back that far. I hope you think about that because I do as I imagine my ancestors back in the Middle Ages or even back to the Stone and early Iron Age eking out a living and raising children. What a tough time they had but they were strong and so were their progeny.
Blood of my blood, bone of my bone
Kinship and kindred our ancient home
Legends and stories of epochs past
Whence came you the Masons ask?
Looking back at our ancestral past
Often as not an arduous task
As thru shuttered windows I gaze in
Into inky darkness seeking shadows therein
Dim and vaporous apparitions glide
Wraiths and specters of kinsmen hide
Lords and ladies, wealthy nobility they’re not
Earthy barbarians, wealth and land their plot
From the last Ice Age they did emerge
Out of Eurasia following their herds
Always traveling west towards the setting sun
Germanic tribes, Visigoths, Vandals and Huns
Stone Age, Bronze Age and Iron Age they knew
From hunter bans to tribal clans they grew
Domesticated animals and furrowed fields
From palisaded villages to castles on hills
To provide food, shelter and protection a must
Sickness, famine, wars and drought’s dust
To lose children and family, our agonies rage
Some things remain the same, no matter the age
Always westward, over an ocean they sailed
On ships, a new world, a new continent they hailed
My ancestors did in America roam
Sturdy hardy folk founding new homes
So many grandparents have contributed to me
Not only their genes but their progeny to be
15 generations equal 10000 people, 5000 pairs
Each generation doubling my ancestral heirs
To think of such numbers boggles the mind
So many generations in my ancestral lines
Ancient ancestors chasing their dreams
A mongrel I am, but my ancestor’s esteem