Thread: My Present Ancestors

Sometimes I feel
Very drawn to my “roots”
As if the very
Beating of my heart
Was in strict cadence
With ceremonial rhythms
Of my “present” ancestors....

And I feel them about me
In the rocks and the trees
And the visitation of animals
Attempting to reach my soul
And guide my footsteps....

Robert, a truly wonderful poem expressing your "kinship". Maybe, you're talking about your Native American roots as you mentioned in my thread because descriptions in your last stanza has me wondering if you're looking back to your "roots". And that they guide your footsteps must be a wonderful, calming feeling. Here:

Just lovely!

And I feel them about me
In the rocks and the trees
And the visitation of animals
Attempting to reach my soul
And guide my footsteps....