Ancestors/a poem
Ancestors
So we meet face to face, acrsoss the distance of time, and space.
I dance with my ancestors under skies of blue, I see the cherokee grandmother that I never knew.
I feel the pride of this enduring race, I inherited their legacy of hope and grace.
I have walked the centuries of fields gone by, have seen their suffering, have watched them die.
They fought with courage, but could not win, hate is to strong in the hearts of some men.
My ancestors live on, free from their chains, proud and strong, their memory remains.
Theresa Bauserman