The Clan

You just never know who you’re going to meet doing genetic genealogy.  I meet the most interesting people.  One of my customers who purchased a Personalized DNA Report was a gentleman named Steve Ewing.  He wanted to know about the Ewing Clan, where his ancestors were from and if they were from Inch Island.  Did you even know there was a place called Inch Island?

Inch Island

Well, there it is, in Ireland, not far from Londonderry, and Steve’s Ewing family just may be from there.  So if you’re a Ewing or Ewen and you haven’t yet DNA tested, you might want to think about it, because you just might be from Inch Island and you might be related to a poet.

A poet?

Yes Indeed, a poet.  Steve’s hometown, Edgartown, MA., appointed him their first poet laureate.  But in case you think Steve is a one-trick pony, he’s not just a poet, he builds docks for a living, plus of course, he’s a genealogist.  I told you that I get to meet some of the world’s most interesting people, and I wasn’t kidding.

I asked Steve if he had written anything about DNA, if that had yet inspired him.  He sent me this poem and most gracioiusly granted permission for me to share it with you.  (Thank you Steve!)  His inspiration was the search for a new chief of the Clan Ewen.  But instead of me talking about it, let’s listen to the poet…

The Clan

The time has come

Again

To dig

Deep into

Our past

Sift through the

Claims of clan

Recall a center

From the mist

Drive a stake

In histories shady realm

That shrouds

In tartan cloak

Remains of chief

Head of clan

Born of blood

Living

Birthright blessed

To part those mists

Reveal the true course

Home

We hold the

Light of hope

Steady

With intellect

And if

The breech is wide

We’ll span with

Resolve and calm

For good of country

No less good of kin

I heartily support

This cause

In its myriad ways

For my father

For fathers gone before

No less our mothers

More so heap

With praise

Matriarchs

The true trunk

We sprout from

So come all MacEwens

Eoghains Ewings

Join the quest

We are transient people

That’s for sure

Now having settled

On fair Scotland’s

Rugged shore

And bound ourselves

Through loyalty and pain

The time has come

To gather

Once again

Before time’s

Mighty river

Rushes on

And washes us away

Into the sea

For something in us

Needs to know

Our truth lies buried

Deep below

The comfort of a family

Is our gain

Lost childhood

Life mysteries

Unrevealed

Yet sensed

And shared

This common blood

Flowing through

Our veins

Was soaked into

This rugged land

From whence we came

Or where we live still

So now may be the time

To pull the family shadow

From the mist

Or leave him hidden

Where he wants

To hide

4 thoughts on “The Clan

  1. Roberta, this is particularly interesting to me, because I come from the McKissicks, and the McKissicks and McEwens were close knit families in NC and intermarried. This is lovely.

    Brownie

  2. Fantastic poem. As we search for our past lineages; proud of every race, religion and place of origin that makes us “US”, it’s somehow comforting to know that “I’m not the only one” who seeks that oh-so-elusive link that will finally take me “home”; to each homeland once walked by my ancestors. Many of them found the land bridge to the America’s…and I seek the bridge of knowledge that will connect us once again.

  3. I love the poem! I have used DNA for three surnames with exciting results. Two of my surnames have DNA that is now being sought to help determine indigenous groups in Ireland and Scotland. It is really wonderful how DNA can sometimes tie us to a particular place and time.

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