Faye Sizemore

TRAILS

Leaves of paper
recorded in a long ago time
drifting like wisps of smoke…
settling in my mind
Paper trails… on and on… that wind
coming down from yesteryears to here…
There are some of these…
birth records… certificates of death…
yellowed Bible fly-leaves…
old tombstones… where a begets chant began
word of mouth… old tales passed on
Ships ledgers… skins of brown… red and tan
paved with mystery all along
as words in an old song…
U.S. Census… Dawes Rolls
unmarked graves on grassy knolls
Bills of Sale… Deeds of Worth
old war medals… unattended births
military rosters… transfers of land
tales of honor… whispers of shame…
line this winding path down whence we came…

Author’s Note: For Karen Rice