Where Ancestors Roam

Generations have been born
far away,
families of children have lost
their way.
Proclaiming to be of a
new found land,
yet something is missing,
most don’t understand
how loss of culture
creeps behind time,
before you know it
all that’s left is
the rhyme, the song,
the art. The pining of
the heart to know its’
home, a longing to be
where ancestors roamed,
lived and died.