There is a white wooden church on the corner where two counties meet
I have always considered it my family's seat
Seven generations sprawl across the grave yard atop the green hill
Packed with so much history, it just might spill
That headstone is my ancestor Johann, a German who fought in the American Civil War
His military service has entered into family lore
Next to him is his daughter Lizzie, whose husband died young
Left her alone to raise a small son
And on the far side is Grandma Lydie, my namesake
She went to nursing school instead of learning to bake
Ten years she has been gone, but I swear when I come to this place
I can still feel her hand touch my face
And, as I look around this hill, I am struck with the thought
Someday I will be with them and have my own plot
My family lives here in bone and stone
And, so, though I walk through this grass by myself, I am not alone