He stepped off the ship speaking little English; Irish brogue
rough and thick. Far from his homeland. Little money
in his hand. He was determined to make his way. Plowing
fields at night; merchant by day.
She was a Shawnee princess. Or at least that's
how he saw her. When he first saw her. Perpetual
tan. Rosy cheeks. Her step was light. With her came
the sun that hadn't been seen in weeks.
A love forbidden on the outset. But a heart set on
a jewel will quickly banish society's foolishness. He
set out to woo her. She couldn't understand him but she
surely felt a flutter.
He gambled his heart and whisked her away. Ohio valley
shining. He taught her to sing. Two hearts pining.
Irish brogue love song. Singing "To LaRue". Making a
family new.
Great grand parents before me. Their love still shining.
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