Poem The Family Tree

Oh the winding of the leaves, of yon family stock, 

With its twists, turns, and many knots

It has joy, sadness, sorrow, and laughter, 

and one generation knows little that comes after

While some stems weighted with woe, 

others do higher grow,

Regal, and noble deeds,

Mighty exploits, knights and noble steeds,

Though not all suited with armor

Princes, paupers, quiet men, and farmers

The heartbeat of family in every limb,

A prayer, courage,  a joyful hymn

These are what makes a family line

God planted, and nourished, a day at a time.

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