spirits surround me
singing their centuries
watching me teaching me
holding me up to a standard
of ancestry gauging my fit
in this story of bloodlines
collections of characters
famous and infamous
hopeful and hopeless
the brave and the craven
my place in the train
of this intimate history
left to their judgment
of all they will see in my eyes
just before being closed
by the coins of viaticum
And you will stand beside them and know your worth.
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kind of you to say
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As part of our old business we used to dabble in genealogical research (mainly for US, Aussie, Canadians etc). This poem in our then brochure would have made for top notch marketing!
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I spent many years hunting down my own genealogy – fascinating process
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‘the coins of viaticum’: hmmmm, I’m gonna have to get me some of them . . . Seriously: I really liked the poem: excellent work!
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appreciate your kind words, peter
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Your poem touches the heart of heritage.
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thanks kindly, professor
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This is awesome!
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appreciate that very much
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Powerful words.
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much appreciated
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Reblogged this on wwwpalfitness.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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you’re welcome
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A strong sense of family heritage pervades your fine poem. I like the images the title conjures up.
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a subject always on my mind
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And all travelling back till we’re connected at the same source. Jock Tamson’s bairns.
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we’re all God’s children
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