Yours truly finds herself multi-tasking. During the computer/scanning project, while a file is saving, or “rendering,” I look at “the next batch” or I peruse another box awaiting time and attention. I found this poem in the Summer 1987 issue of Smith Papers Newsletter (never found my Smiths). However, I may re-visit the material because (subsequent to the 1980’s and 1990’s), I found my Smith ancestors on Ancestry.com.
I climbed my family tree and found
It was not worth the climb.
And so I scrambled down convinced
It was a waste of time.
Some branches of my tree I found
Were rotten to the core.
And all the tree full of sap
And hung with nuts galore.
I used to brag to my kinfolks
Before I made the climb.
But truth compels me not to tell
Of those not worth a dime.
And I beg my friends who boast aloud
Of their ancestors great.
To climb their family trees and learn
Of those who weren’t so straight.
I learned what family trees are like
And then I scrambled down.
They’re like a ‘tatervine because
The best is underground