Margo Roby, http://margoroby.wordpress.com/, in her Tuesday Tryouts asks us to write a genealogical poem. The creation of my family tree ends on a beach on either Scotland or Ireland sometime around 1768. Sandy is a genealogy buff and has spent hundreds of hours trying to locate a link to the other side of that date. My poem is as factual as deeply researched family records allow.
By Mike Patrick
Where do my roots lie?
I couldn’t guess, I daren’t try.
All I have is family lore,
and how I’ve wished for something more.
Edward Fitzpatrick first greeted day
on February 16, 1760, or so they say.
Scotland or Ireland? No one knows,
The answer’s lost through time’s dark holes.
Property was owned in both is seems.
Was that the truth or childhood dreams?
While still a lad of tender years,
a change of life, a trail of tears.
While playing on his family’s Irish beach,
he came within the Crown’s long reach.
He and his brother, both were snatched;
as cabin boys they were dispatched
across the seas of unimagined strife.
No mention’s made of shipboard life,
a time he wanted to forget,
perhaps a time of deep regret.
The two jumped ship when first they could,
together they swam until they stood
and parted on an unknown shore;
they came together nevermore.
My ancestor paid with his own blood
for his passage to this land he loved.
To North Carolina, an oath he swore;
against those British he went to war.
And so it is until this time,
with me, one end of a shaky line.
The other end, in mystery hides,
my roots erased by history’s tides.