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Bloodlines

By J Ann Crowder

My bloodlines—strings on harps rippling earth’s golden tides
 
Waves lifting—gone, soaked up by grains of sandy beaches
 
The bygones of waning moons, melted into horizons of milky way
 
My bloodlines stir compasses inside
 
To trees binding threads of vines and bark
 
A hidden past of treasured chests spilling overflows of gems
 
Names etched upon leaflets connecting branches to trunk

November 30, 2017. Something inside us draws us to the past. This poem depicts our yearning to learn of our ancestors and connect to the past. Genealogy inspires the inquisitive nature we have. Genealogy is intriguing and addictive. The tree and branches are symbolic of the family both past and present.

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