My Heritage

As I open up my book and turn the page It reflects to me exactly who I am, As I read more about my own family heritage Now I know why I care, and why I give a damn, I now know where I inherited my accent And also much of my dignity and my pride, My past has suddenly become my present That comes from blood, and my forefathers that died, My legacy came to me by reason of my birth It became my soul's most important right, I became the receptacle of my family’s true worth Which also includes sadness and death and delight. True I was born a proud and free American But, my heritage does not begin just there, I am also a patriots great, great, great grandson Whose surname I will always proudly wear, Finally I know and understand where comes my rage And my temper and my stubbornness and my honor, In my blood and my soul I can feel the courage That had left many of my family members a goner, My blood it still flows strong in many countries As I am part of a very noble and proud clan, In the mighty forest we are the sheltering trees That is where my heritage really began. Randy L. McClave