Pride.
My family tree
My family tree is full and lush
And has become diverse over hundreds of years.
The Maternal roots were playing
Bagpipes,
While the paternal side
Were still throwing spears.
The trunk is made up of that grand he and she
That met and wed and begot me.
The he of the trunk was strict and stern
And did not spare the rod.
While the she of the trunk was strong
Yet soft,
And taught us the ways of God.
All the branches and twigs are against the elements sound
All are reaching up toward the sky
None sagging down near the ground,
looking like it might die.
My tree you see has had its share
Of disease and blight and plunder,
But the roots are so deep
And so very strong
That nothing could
Tear it asunder
My tree stands as amazing
To all who pass it by
Cause my tree gets a daily misting
From someone way up high.
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