Searching the Family Tree...
Some branches are broken, others twisted and bent,
Still many are missing, where could they have went?
But the trunk is still firm, the roots are down deep,
They hold many truths that still lay there asleep.
I'm searching the limbs for the secrets they hold,
For lost tales and stories that's never been told.
I'm looking for family that was lost in the ramble,
For truths about them for me to unscramble.
I may find a scoundrel and a wild renegade or two,
You'll find them in all families, that's really not new.
The fact that I found them, that's all that counts,
I feel I have gained something, my curiosity mounts.
I've got the bloodline fever, there's no stopping me now,
I'll not rest nor will I linger till I solve this somehow,
It may take some doing and a lot more of my time,
But I promise before I'm done, it will all turn out fine.
When it all gets together and my endless quest is through,
I'll go back to my notes in hopes of finding something new.
The search bug has bit me, leaving me still in this frame,
For that thrill of the search is still embedded in my brain.
--Kathryn G. Fenton, 2003
