KINSMAN (Original Poem by Wayne Hand, 1999)
Alas, my elusive kinsman You've led me quite a chase
I thought I'd found your courthouse
But the Yankees burned the place.
You always kept your bags packed
Although you had no fame,
and Just for the fun of it ...
Twice you changed your name.
You never owed any man, or At least I found no bills
In spite of eleven offspring You never left a will.
They say our name's from Europe
Came state side on a ship Either they lost the passenger list
Or grandad gave them the slip.
I'm the only one that's looking
Another searcher I can't find
I play (maybe that's his father's name)
As I go out of my mind.
They said you had a headstone
In a shady plot
I've been there twenty times,
and Can't even find the lot.
You never wrote a letter
Your Bible we can't find
It's probably in some attic
Out of sight and out of mind.
You first married a ......Smith
And just to set the tone
The other four were Sarahs
And every one a Jones.
You cost me two fortunes
One of which I did not have
My wife, my house, and Fido
God, how I miss that yellow lab.
But somewhere you slipped up, Ole Boy
Somewhere you left a track
And if I don't find you this year
Well.....Next year I'll be back