The Family Tree

The Family Tree

©2002 by Bud Lemire

Oh what a thrill it is, to climb the family tree

To see on each branch, who's related to me

I have so many cousins, they're coming out of the walls

Many try reaching me, with all of their phone calls

Why, I must have a cousin, in almost every state

And this genealogy, sure keeps me up so late

Trying to figure out, just who is who

And where they went, without even a clue

They show up, in the most unusual places

And some sure can, resemble us in their faces

Or other characteristics, with everything we do

There's always some ancestor's, personality that comes through

Maybe it's what we like to do, or how we go about it

That always keeps the fire burning, always to be lit

It keeps the flames alive, our life and love of kin

That makes the research fun, whenever we begin

To see a letter arrive, from a cousin from far away

And find out what they have to share, and what they have to say

Sometimes I find myself on a branch so far out on the tree

I wonder how I got there, all I did was start with me

It's been a wonderful journey climbing the Family Tree.

I've met some really wonderful family members.