HENDON FAMILY CHRONICLES





"THE CENSUS"
(Author Unknown)

 Twas the first day of the census, and all through the land
each pollster was ready...a black book in hand.

He mounted his horse for a long dusty ride,
his book and his quills were tucked by his side.

A long winding ride down a road barely there,
toward the smell of fresh bread wafting up through the air.

The woman seemed tired, with lines on her face
and wisps of brown hair tucked back into place.

 She gave him some water...as they sat at the table
and she answered his questions...the best she was able.

 He asked her of children. Yes, she had quite a few ...
the oldest was twenty , the youngest not yet two.

 She held up a toddler with cheeks round and red;
his sister she whispered was napping in bed.

 She noted each person who lived there with pride,
and she felt the faint stirrings of the wee one inside.

 He noted the sex, the color, the age...
the marks of the quill soon filled up the page.

 At the number of children ......she nodded her head ....
and felt her lips quiver for the three that were dead.

 The places of birth she..."never forgot"
Was it Georgia? or Alabama? or what?

 They had come cross the sea, of that she was clear,
but she wasn't quite sure how long they'd been here.

They spoke of employment, of schooling and such,
they could read and write some, but really not much.

 When the questions were answered, his job there was done,
so he mounted his horse and rode toward the sun.

 We can almost imagine his voice loud and clear,
"May God bless you all for another ten years".

 Now picture a time warp  .....its now you and me,
as we search for the people on our family tree.

 We squint at the census and scroll down so slow
as we search for "THAT  ENTRY" from long, long ago.

 Could they ever imagine on that long ago day
that the entries they made would effect us this way?

 If they knew, would they wonder at the yearnings we feel
and the searching that makes them so lovingly real?

 Would they understand our efforts, our struggles,
to reach back to touch them because they are ours?

 Hush now awhile, we can hear if we listen the words they impart,
"Our blood's in your veins and our love's in your hearts"


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