My Ancestors
By Selene Tawny
May 2000

My ancestors were warriors, so strong and bold,
They were nobles and ruffians if all is to be told.
I have visions of them and their time in my minds eye,
Of rolling green hills, of the endless blue sky.
Their pull on my life and dreams is very strong,
It seems I long for those times, it seems it's there that I belong.
My heart aches for those times, I want to be there more and more,
To go with them into battle, to walk with them on the shore.
My longing for those times grows stronger and stronger,
It's like some wild beast filled with a great hunger.

To be with them when they walk the ramparts,
To join them on the battlefield,
To aid them in their feuds and duels,
To join them in their victories.

They had honor and integrity and yes, a bit of savagery,
That was the time they lived in, that was the way it must be.

Oh, to sit with them as they feast,
To be with them in their every day struggle to survive,
To have them at my side when the going got tough,
To walk the fields, to climb the hills,
To stand atop the castle proper,
To go hunting for our food, knowing it was the only way we would live.

To just have an inkling of what they must've went through,
To have just a tad of their desire for life,
Their outlook on life,
And yes, a bit of the strife.