Descent
Reaching back, way, way back
To where I originally came.
I find myself in Scandinavia
Land where the Vikings roam.
I notice the red hair and all the pale skin
And understand this was my ancestors' home.
Copyright © Ginger Marie | Year Posted 2007
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