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Ancient moss covered cedar,

rests 200 years from harvest,

hewn by hand and placed by hand

to provide a home for family of ten

immigrating from Ireland on coffin ships,

to begin a new life in an unknown land.

The logs survive weathered and worn,

a remembrance of my ancestors struggle

to settle in this land without guidance,

but a determination to create a future

for family and without their forethought

my life would not be the same. 

beannacht