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~ Homestead of Dreams ~
From the counties of
Ireland, the bold ones
would come,
From a famine of hunger,
they came one by one.
Crossing the sea with
new hope for their
lives,
Packing their dreams
with their children and
wives…
Some settled in cities
and some tilled the
land,
Farming or factories,
they lived by their
hand.
From County Kilkenny, a
branch would spring
forth,
To homestead rich land,
found in the North.
A man of great stature
and wit it was said,
Carved from the land,
the Brophy Homestead.
A lover of horses and
blacksmith by trade,
He lived out his dreams
in the life that he
made.
A family of twelve, the
Brophy's became,
Honor and grace, were
linked to their name.
Strength and hard work
were known by each one,
And thankfulness shown
as each day was done.
I'm proud that their
blood now runs in my
veins,
It pulses so proudly
when I say their name…
When Life becomes
anxious and strength
must be drawn,
I'll remember the
Brophy's...the dreams
will live on!
Sharon Frye
Great-granddaughter of
Charles and Isabel
Brophy
©
2004 used with permission
Heroes of the Heart
 
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