Poem about Family

Tradition Poem

I love making ancestry charts for family and friends. I can find most family members all the way back to the 1700's and have known to find families as far as 345 BC. A friend of mine who's relatives were from Scotland knew nothing of his past until I created a family tree for him. This is his story in poetry.

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The Lonely Pipes Of Scotland

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Published: November 2010

I've heard the lonely pipes of Scotland,
Many times in my dreams,
I've seen the land of my ancestors,
Clearly, it seems.
The bright colors of the tartan,
The lively swing of the kilt,
Sent my minds eye back,
To the place my ancestors knelt.
Rather in a castle, built for a king,
Or in a garden, which grew everything.
I have been given a gift to peep,
When I close my eyes and fall asleep.
It is as if I were standing there,
I've witnessed great battle and love,
The courage and strength of my granddads,
And granddads before them,
All tower from above.
And surrounding them all, with a tune of its own,
were the lonely pipes of Scotland,
Calling me home.

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