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Sep 2016
THE ANCESTORS

the ancestors
sifted bit by bit

falling through
the tiny meshes of time

until they become
you.
I was walking where my father and my father's father walked when I was their young age and both of them not even thinking that I would ever exist....now I look back through time and see them seeing me and not seeing me...a smile playing about their lips for no apparent reason that they can know. I have become the ancestors...walking in their muddy footsteps past the haggard...up the boreen...down to the wood field with the river singing itself to itself as it always has....this river too I claim as ancestor with its water and earth and sunshine of days gone by and days to come....as well as ancestors of flesh and blood...down to the bottom of the glen and the pool where huge dragonflies dance the summer into being in a time that is no more and forever.
Donall Dempsey
Written by
Donall Dempsey  Guildford
(Guildford)   
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