Answers

The answers only become clearer in the rear view mirror.
Maybe a little dust is kicked up
And the straight line is smudged
The path becomes more recognizable as we look back to find our way.
Tears,  pain, the foibles and failures of life do not deter, just impede our grasp
momentarily.
We are the past, present and future
And onward we march.

Sun In Our Eyes

As we march toward the sunset,
and ponder where we have been and where we are going,
sometimes the sun gets in our eyes.

So many shining stars have danced before us into the pages of history,
sawdust paths to glory.
One gets overwhelmed with the stampede.

Rascals, damsels, pioneers and all kind of folk,
dazzle and bounce inside our collective minds,
only to form one arrow shot into the psyche of America.

We are the Daughters!
The mothers, sisters, aunts and cousins that have kept our country strong
through time forever forward and backward.

We all contribute to the song of our ancestors.