"G"  Masonic Code


we walk the ancestor trails,
where Asa and Jesse traveled,
bothers working and walking
knowing not how they got here,
but still, we travel them we must,
Cypress trees were tall,
Along the Anacoca,
They harvest them,
As this was the only employ,
That they  'breeds' could employ,
As the water runs into the Sabine,
And the logs raft down to Orange,
To be made into lumber,
A long has sunk, buried for a century,
Into the deep slow waters,
Harvested,  the end is savage,
Rests secured by a fire place,
With his brand on it  "G"
"G"... Masonic Code...

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