The Family Tree

Poem cited by Laura Manchester Leask as she worked on the Manchester and Leask Family Trees in the 1980’s:

I think that I shall never see

The finish of a family tree

As it forever seems to grow

From roots that started very low;

‘Way back in ancient history times,

In foreign lands and distant climes.

From them grew trunk and branching limb,

That dated back to time so dim,

One seldom knows exactly when

The parents met and married then.

Nor when the Twigs began to grow

With odd named children, row on row.

‘Though a verse like this is made by me,

And the end’s in sight as you can see;

‘Tis not the same with family trees

That grow and grow through centuries.

By Mr. Willis G. Corbett
707 South West Westwood Drive
Portland, OR 97201
February 1960