Brick Walls

Alas, my elusive kinsmen
You've led me quite a chase
     I  thought I'd found your courthouse
But the yankees burned the place.

    You always kept your bags packed
Although you had no fame, and
     Just for the hell of it
Twice you changed your name.

     You never owed any man, or
At least I found no bills
      Inspite of eleven offspring
You never left a will.

      They say our name's from Europe
Came state side on a ship
      Either they lost the passenger list
Or granddad gave them the slip.

      I'm the only one that's looking
 Another searcher I can't find
      I play (maybe that's his fathers name)
 As I go out of my mind.

       They said you had a headstone
  In a shady plot
       I've been there twenty times, and
  Can't even find the lot.

      You never wrote a letter
 Your Bible we can't find
      It's probably in some attic
 Out of sight and out of mind.

      You first married a..........Smith
 And just to set the tone
      The other four were Sarahs
 And everyone a Jones.

     You cost me two fortunes
One of which I did not have
     My wife, my house and Fido
God how I miss that golden lab.

     But somewhere you slipped up,
Ole Boy, Somewhere you left a track
     And If I don't find you this year
Well..........Next year I'll be back.

Original poem by: Wayne Hand
1999

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