ancients
by Kitty Boots
it would do you well to honor your ancestors,
their blood flows through your veins
courage, pride, some shame
and a violent life, survival,
told around smoky, peaty fires
rheumy eyes wink, gnarled hands pantomime
starving cattle gather in the room
maybe a calf or two will survive to replenish the herd,
maybe not
lives conceived in later winter months have a better chance
warmth, budding trees, the greening of the plains,
it will come
their blood flows through your veins
courage, pride, some shame
and a violent life, survival,
told around smoky, peaty fires
rheumy eyes wink, gnarled hands pantomime
starving cattle gather in the room
maybe a calf or two will survive to replenish the herd,
maybe not
lives conceived in later winter months have a better chance
warmth, budding trees, the greening of the plains,
it will come
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Author's Note
Some family history/research led me to write this.
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Aye, Lass, you honor them well!
Lovely poem about ancestors. Especially enjoyed.
"and a violent life, survival,
told around smoky, peaty fires
rheumy eyes wink, gnarled hands pantomime"
Well done Kitty. *
Lovely, sad poem about past hardship.
Excellent.
Thank you, Matt, Javed, Erika and Gary.
Takes me to the fire.*
Yes. *
Nice!
"it will come"
Great ending!
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Strong...
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Thank you, James.