Tell me of the days gone,
of the times spent before I was born.
Tell me of the times when you built maps from the ground.
When you walked the land, new curves found.
Write it to me, for when you are gone,
so that your story lives on.
In sweet vanilla pages, tales from the ages.
Speak to me sisters, tell me your stories.
Of hidden struggles and hidden glories.
(This is an actual book written by the forefathers of a friend, passed down in their family).