On The Wings Of The Ancestors

“ON THE WINGS OF THE ANCESTORS” On the wings of the ancestors, I do soar Passed the ceiling (as) soon as I left the floor Always encouraged to do my best Those who loved me, pushed me; did not expect, would not accept, any less On the wings of the ancestors, I do fly Because I, I, I, apple of their eye, can Not to be outdone by -- man or wo-man Covered as I am to go high, high, high (er) On the wing of the ancestors, I do run Over the clouds and over the Sun Over the Moon and over the stars So far above Earth, on the way past Mars On the wings of the ancestors, I do ride Skimming the waves, surfing the tide Traveling about a speeding superbus Maybe (I’ll) touch down on Planet Ve-nus On the wings of the ancestors, I do hop Skipping, skipping, I cannot stop Not until all my work is done Jumping up, reaching toward Number One On the wings of the ancestors, I do roll For they are embedded down deep in my soul (I’m) Just now coming into myself Could not have done it without the ancestors’ help! On the wings of the ancestors, I do rest Content that I have completed the test I’m finished now and on my way “Next stop?”, you ask. Heaven!. Where the ancestors stay! (They probably have more to say… to me)