Here are a couple of poems and such that I've received in email,
the authors of which appear to be unknown, at least that's how they came
to me. If one of these works belongs to you, please contact me
and I will see to it that you are credited.
dg
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The Census Taker Author Unknown It was the first day of census,
and all through the land
A long winding ride down a
road barely there,
She gave him some water as
they sat at a table
She held up a toddler with
cheeks round and red,
He noted the sex, the color,
the age.
The places of birth she'll
"never forgot",
They spoke of employment, of
schooling and such,
We can almost imagine his voice
loud and clear,
Now picture a time warp, it's
now you and me,
Could they only imagine on
that long ago day
We can hear, if we listen,
the words they impart
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I went searching for an ancestor; I cannot find him still. He moved around from place to place and did not leave a will. He married where a courthouse burned. He mended all his fences. He avoided any man who came to take the U.S. Census. He always kept his luggage packed, this man who had no fame,
And no one else in this world is searching for this man;
He died before the county clerks decided to keep records.
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