Looking Back

I step back through the arch of time
To days of yesteryear.
And as I search
I find myself
Reflections soon appear.
These pages tell who went before,
Providing glimpses rare.
I feel a oneness with my kin
And find so much we share.
I hear their voices beckoning
To glories long ago.
And I imagine fireside chats
And see their faces glow.
It's there I learn of who I am
And see my future cast.
Rich treasures wait for those who long
To learn more of the past.

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