I've used FREE Artificial Intelligence tools to create biographies, poems and songs about my ancestors lives, genealogy research, and family history in the recent past. Today, I want to share a poem and a song about my third great-grandfather, Alpheus B. Smith.
ALPHEUS OF MEDFIELD
In Medfield’s green, where history wakes,
Born nineteen May, eighteen-oh-two,
Alpheus Smith, by Vine Lake’s stakes,
A farmer’s heart, both strong and true.
Son of Aaron, Mercy’s pride,
He tilled the earth with steady hand,
In a young land, still wild, untried,
He built his life on Norfolk sand.
With Elizabeth, his love, his guide,
In twenty-six, they spoke their vows,
Two children bloomed by fireside—
Lucretia, James, beneath the boughs.
High Street knew his plow’s deep trace,
A yeoman’s mark on fields of gold,
He sold to Lois, swapped a space,
Then passed his home to hands more bold.
Through thirty’s census, voices ring,
A wife, a girl, an elder’s care,
In Medfield’s quiet, simple spring,
His days were stitched with love to share.
But thirty-seven winters came,
Too soon the call, the final breath,
January’s chill etched out his name,
A gravestone’s plea beyond his death.
“Farewell my wife, my children too,”
He carved in stone, a tender plea,
To heaven’s share, his soul withdrew,
Left roots to grow in memory.
No will to pen, yet wealth was sown,
In land, in kin, in humble ways,
His acres sold, his tale now known,
A legacy through fleeting days.
So raise a glass to Alpheus here,
A man of soil, of heart, of grace,
In Vine Lake’s rest, he lingers near,
A farmer’s soul in time’s embrace.
ALPHEUS OF MEDFIELD
[Verse 1]
Born beneath a May sky, eighteen-oh-two,
In Medfield’s arms where the wildflowers grew,
Aaron and Mercy raised him up strong,
A farmer’s soul where the fields belong.
[Verse 2]
Elizabeth came with a vow to keep,
In twenty-six, their love ran deep,
Lucretia danced, and James did play,
High Street hummed through their simple days.
[Chorus]
Oh, Alpheus, yeoman of the land,
Plowed the earth with a steady hand,
Roots run deep in Norfolk’s clay,
Your song still echoes through our day.
[Verse 3]
He sold his acres, one by one,
To Lois, to Simeon, beneath the sun,
A homestead built with barn and beam,
A life carved out of a farmer’s dream.
[Bridge]
But the winters turned, and the call came fast,
Thirty-seven years, his shadow cast,
Vine Lake holds him, soft and still,
A gravestone whispers his final will.
[Chorus]
Oh, Alpheus, yeoman of the land,
Plowed the earth with a steady hand,
Roots run deep in Norfolk’s clay,
Your song still echoes through our day.
[Verse 4]
No will to write, but a legacy stayed,
In children’s laughter, in debts repaid,
The land was sold, the seasons turned,
A humble fire that brightly burned.
[Chorus]
Oh, Alpheus, yeoman of the land,
Plowed the earth with a steady hand,
Roots run deep in Norfolk’s clay,
Your song still echoes through our day.
[Outro]
Farewell, dear Alpheus, the heavens you share,
Your kin still walk with the love you laid bare,
In Medfield’s fields, your name won’t fade,
A yeoman’s life in the earth you made.
6) These stories, told in verse and song, are part of my genealogy and family research. My hope is that they will be passed down to my grandchildren and their descendants to highlight the importance of sharing stories, memories, admiration, and love of our ancestors. I will add them to my Google Drive and to my YouTube channel and my FOREVER account.
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