Expectantly, asking where she was
She was eight, at that point, in that year
my long-dead ancestor
alive again in this child
running in the yard
with the other players
on this tiny stage set
Reflecting history
that was, in our past
a slice of time, our common struggle
to form this place
free to worship
as conscience dictates
July 23, 2006 16:40
On seeing the actor playing Deborah Hopkins, at Plimoth Plantation, Plymouth, MA; she was my great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandmother.
(Raymond A. Foss)
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