The finish of a family tree.
As it forever seems to grow
From roots that started long ago
Way back in ancient history times,
In foreign land and distant climes.
From them grew trunk and branching limb,
That dated back to time so dim
One seldom knows exactly when
The parents met and married then.
Nor when the twigs began to grow
With odd named children row on row
Though verse liked this is made by me,
The end's in sight as you can see.
'Tis not the same with family trees
that grow and grow through centuries.
From e-mail received from Blaine Whipple, July 16, 2008.