"They're Coming!"
See them marching down
generations,
Quietly, names the legends set down.
Lines continue, keep on coming,
Rulers, common, proud men, a crown!
Ancestry lines seen ever
so dimly,
Unbroken lines, lives connected to you.
Marching thru time, living their lives out,
Keeping it coming, coming directly to you!
See them coming, they
don't know you,
Getting closer; reach them now!
Touch their names, inscribed in history,
Caress their names, names so proud.
Tramping on down so long
through the ages,
Crescendo builds, you see them now!
Then you feel the shafts of power
For they were heroes, mighty, renowned!
Longing to know them,
yearning for more,
Trying to reach them, our faces turn back.
Proud, and knowing you come from them
They don't see you looking back!
Diane Wardlaw,
January 1981
"Robert
Wardlaw"
Oh Robert!
You left the bonny land of kings
to do a different freedom thing.
No thought then of
us today,
but we think of you and search night and day!
You never were to know or
imagine
the sea of descendants you bore,
the throng of us who are all your offspring,
who carry your name and so much more!
We took this great land
you settled and tamed,
land you first came to and got for us,
moved mountains, made freeways,
you'd never
know it thus!
Your children now number
up in the thousands,
we've scattered over this whole entire nation!
But we found you and we're finding each other,
bound by a noble name from across the water.
We've found your houses,
the places you built
with your own hands and muscle and sweat.
We know where you went and what you did,
the trails you forged, the lands you plowed,
the people you knew then, where you milled your
flour.
The land is the same now,
your houses still there,
remembrances of you still hang in the air.
We wish you were here now to see what you've done,
the Wardlaw name you gave us, so loved and
well-known.
about our
Scottish immigrant.
by Diane
Wardlaw
November 1997
