In the midst of the evening,
I see history come alive.
They walk and talk and travel far,
Families and Adventurers,
Step by step,
Mile by Mile.
They never knew my name,
Except a few,
But now I tell their stories.
The pirate, alleged,
The soldiers, affirmed.
The wives, girls and mothers,
The husbands and sons.
We have ranged far and wide,
And touched the high mountains.
We have farmed the dells,
And the river bottom-land.
As I reach though History,
In my minds eye I see,
A vision of Courage and Wisdom,
Of Family, Love and Laughter.
May we too be Blessed,
To ever be,
The Song of the Generations,
Sung with Love and History.
~Sherry Bartlett