
I am sharing a poem that I wrote while teaching British Literature, specifically, Beowulf. When teaching the Old English epic poem, (like most teachers teaching this poem) I required my students to write and read aloud an original “Boast.” Their poem needed to be written in similar format to the translated version, it needed to make use of Anglo-Saxon poetic devices, such as alliteration, kennings (compound expressions), and caesuras (pauses), it needed to be boastful, and if possible, the poem needed to honor lineage. I was always the first reader before my students began reading their boasts. My boastful poem* references one of my ancestors, Edward Rippy; his history and historical connections were discovered by my mom, through her dedicated genealogy research. *Version below modified to fit blog.
I am referencing an Old English poem on the same day that Americans celebrate independence from the monarch of Britain, because it reflects many motifs that represent Independence Day: victory, emigration, courage, survival, sacrifice, family, lineage, honor, and freedom, including freedom to pursue passions. These motifs are certainly not exclusive to the American culture.
The blood flowing through me is my life-force,
without which I cease to be. Although my own,
the crimson-colored container is a gift.
A gift from ancestors whose path led to me.
One of many, in the links of my past,
Edward Rippy, landing ashore in 1730,
Twelve generations before.
Edward Rippy, descendent of LeSieur La Rippere;
A Norman Knight who fought for William the Conqueror,
in the Battle of Hastings. Rippy, disowned
By his Irish kin for seeking faraway primitive lands.
Ireland, a distant dot in the dreams of his past.
One of many, whose blood and sacrifice flowed to me.
A second lineage of European blood,
Whose family settled in snowy Saskatchewan,
Where Northern Lights glow. Charles Wilcox,
who earned high marks on his academic pursuits,
Whose mind and imagination soared
With the turning of each new page.
The quiet reader who put down his books,
Picked up a machine gun and fought in a war.
From the battlefield, he carried away a Nazi armband and his life intact.
For the American lives he saved, a Bronze Star was his prize.
His name forever listed alongside his heroic and selfless acts.
From those brave men, who survived the immense Atlantic and
Bullets blasting bones, descended a granddaughter.
A woman of quiet strength, who shares common glistening green eyes
That love to read and observe. Granddaughter of Charles, Michele Lee —
The peace-maker, the deep-thinker, devoted-teacher, and loyal friend to many.
A wielder of woodwinds and a dancer who delights in movement and music.
A scholarly disciplined mind, with degrees of distinction bestowed.
A traveling seeker who found her forever home in one with soulful eyes.
Nurturer to many, mother to one. Born of natural childbirth,
An artist from her first breath. A free-spirited, hazel-eyed gifted girl
Who shares her mother’s passions for learning, justice,
And always asking why. Shared eyes and shared blood that,
Behind their reticent nature, seek adventure and new lands to explore.
Blood that pumps, pulsates, and pounds
When skies are pointed down a snowy hill, or
Gliding across the glassy water, or
Surfing along the coast, or
Swimming with sea turtles in the waters of Maui, or
Moving along the fast-flowing current of the Mighty Rogue River.
Michele Lee, magnificent modern molder of burgeoning minds.
If you are up for a sampling of Beowulf, visit Project Gutenberg for your free copy. 😄📖⛵⚔🐉 Beowulf digital copy

Thank you for visiting my blog and reading my boastful poem that connects me to my heritage. If you have never written a boastful poem, I encourage you give it a try. 📝Whether you are in America celebrating Independence Day, or elsewhere, I hope you have a wonderful weekend. 😃 Michele
Being a Woman – Overcoming, Poetry Chapbook is available through Amazon~ reflective and witty poems and beautiful original drawings (my poems and my daughter’s illustrations). 💕
Picture 1: Atlantic Ocean (photographer, Ricardo Esquivel) Pictures 2-4: My Grandfather Charles Wilcox (World War II Army Veteran) Picture 5: “Take Me Home Huey” Project (visit https://takemehomehuey.org/ for more information about this incredible artistic and healing restoration.
Copyright © 2020 Michele Lee Sefton. All Rights Reserved.
Great story about ancestry and how blood flows from generations to generations pouring and mixing genes into the next to follow making us a unique blend 😁
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Thank you. The stories, that predate our existence and brought us into being, are quite amazing, aren’t they? Amazing what some people have survived through. I wonder how much of those survival stories are carried through DNA? Probably more than we know.
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You had sent me this poem earlier, and I love it then as I do now. I tried writing a poem based on this model, and found I didn’t have quite enough family information. Perhaps I will try again later after a little research.
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I remember doing that and thought of that when I posted this piece. Most of my students did not have ancestry information beyond one or two generations, so they wrote about the bravery and accomplishments of their parents or grandparents, or they wrote only about themselves and what they hope to accomplish in the future. I particularly loved hearing those details, especially when put in context of being a brave warrior, like Beowulf. I only know what I know, about so many generations, because of my mom’s extensive family research. It is fascinating, but also incredibly tedious and time consuming. Regarding my grandfather Charles, I have artifacts to refer to, from both his childhood and military service, including dozens of letters written during WWII. If you decide to write your “Boast” in the future, I would love to read it. 😀
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And my memories, having known my grandfather. The best form of “research.” 😊
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Brings back memories…
Thanks for sharing!
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Thank you, VP. Yes, those boastful memories. 😉 Presenting in a classroom – another loss to COVID. 😔 Be well! 😊
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Oh! My! This is awesome. I am going to read it again. It’s great that you shared this with us. Amazing stuff .. really 👍
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Thank you, yassy. Listening to students boast about themselves was also awesome. 😀 It can be uncomfortable to boast about ourselves, but it is something we should each do, at least once. 😉 After all, considering what some of our ancestors survived through, our being here truly is incredible!
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Blood does indeed build a bond. The bond is both fulfilling and mysterious and opens room for thought and connection. Often we are connected to people we do not want to be connected to, but within the same heritage we have links to histories to be proud of and stories and strengths to boast about. ❤
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I love your input here, Jaya. I know heritage and family connections are topics you write about. So true, we have no say regarding who we are related to, but there are a few gems and treasured stories to be found, yes. ❤
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A beautiful poem, and one I can relate to very much.
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Learning and writing about our heritage is empowering. I know you can relate to that sentiment. Thank you very much for taking the time to read an oldie and for sharing your personal connection. 🙏🏻
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This beautifully crafted poem is a treasure! I love it! 😊❤️
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Thanks so much for listening to an oldie. I appreciate it, Aaysid! 💗
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It was great to hear this poem. As I am a desendant of LeSieur La Rippere
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Fantastic! Exciting. Do you live in the US?
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