Following is a poem by Allan Hins, written in October of l986: MY ANCESTORS I often wish and wonder afar, to know my ancestors, my fathers, my mothers, all of them to the dawn of history. They who made me what I am, those parts that I cannot change; my moods, my joys, my sorrows, my peace, and my prosperity. Who are you that lived so long ago, what were your hopes and dreams, your pain and strivings unfulfilled, your sacrifices made with courage. Did, really, your cup runneth over, so that little I, little I, might have a life with goodness and plenty unbounded. Might that I can in some little way, add my drop of sweat, glistening, to even the way for my sons and their daughters, to survive in this world with their right to be free. Did you reach for the very stars that shone in your evening sky, or did you touch the valley that lay so very deep inside your breasts. Was peace so far to reach, or did fears and tremblings surround you everywhere. Your labors, were they happy ones to give man that reason for being. The fruits of your work, did they quicken your spirit, or did they heighten your soul, as well as your cupboards and granaries. Why is it that I wonder about you, Do I feel you in my bones, and wish to know you dearer and better. Of this I am most certain, You have passed away , o'er distant horizons, to peaceful rest, but you shall never, never be unknown. ==== GenHumor Mailing List ==== !^NavFont02F047F0007NGHHK810BBB Maggie's World of Courthouse Dust & Genealogy Fever http://www.infinet.com/~dzimmerm/mindex.html *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* God Put Me On Earth to Accomplish a Certain Number of Things. Right Now I am so far behind, I will never die. --- Unknown *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*