This is just too good not to share with you all.
Lee Cagle
Okla City
10-27-36
I do love an overgrown grave yard
Tilted old stones over withered old bones
Sad little rhymes about sadder old times
The church door that creaks -
If cold stones could speak
They'd say what I love about grave yards
I do love the musty old parchment
That smell up my nose, that dust on my clothes
The linen-like feel, the legal-type seal
Once stamped, posh and sworn
Now tattered and torn
I do love the feel of the parchment
I love being "family" detective
Eons flash by in the blink of an eye
Searching the past that may bring me at last
To the source of my genes -
Or it's toast and baked beans
At the cafe full of "family" detectives
I do love the folk that are dead
The fathers, the mothers, sisters and brothers
Names without faces that fill up blank spaces
The joy of discovery -
All linked to each other
To me they're more live than they're dead
I do love the chance and the chase
Kids by the dozen and criminal cousins
Funny and queer how some disappear
Then later, a find - he went down a mine
Or buried abroad - now who could get bored
Searching a fee-log for some salty sea-dog
Surfing the web for somebody's dead
Dating the probate with no certain dead date
Long Census starts blinding -
Upset at not finding
That vital connection or worse -
The Genealogical Curse.
By Courtesy of the Author - JOYCE OSBORNE<<
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