This is a poem written by  Chartley Boyd Morgan about his family.
  He gives a birth year for each brother and sister, and a quick description.
  Posted by Travis Pierce, gg-grandson of Chartley.

  OUR FAMILY BIRTHS by Chartley Boyd Morgan

  The Eldest one that is alive
  Was born in Eighteen forty five
  The next was born in forty seven
  But the oldest one had gone to heaven

  The next was born in forty nine
  I don't remember just the time
  I was born in eighteen fifty
  The unlucky one of all they say
  Tal was born in fifty two
  His life was short, but kind and true
  Now Dick was born in fifty three
  A very promising boy was he.

  Now the next one added to this hive
  was Harry, born in fifty five
  Fred was born in fifty seven
  The youngest of the sons given
  And now I give you just one more
  The youngest born in sixty four.

  Now Homer has the name of being cross
  He always wanted to rule and boss
  And when he spoke the fur would fly
  And all we smaller boys would cry

  Now Lou was differently inclined
  And would blarney us so we would mind
  But Laura would have her will and way
  It made no difference what others would say

  Now I am the one they all call Chart
  Never seemed to be very smart
  Easily coaxed and easily led
  But could not be driven with a ball of lead.

  Next come Talmia Round
  A better boy could not be found
  Then there was one whose name was Dick
  Who was always playing some smooth trick
  He became a real political gun
  And got a seat in Washington.

  Harry was for anything funny
  And married a girl with lots of money
  Fred was a bachelor for a want of a wife
  And played the fiddle all of his life
  he was not what you would call contrary
  And finally found a wife to marry.

  Now Flora Belle is the last of all
  She was pretty and large though not so tall.

  Now let us leave the old home spot
  And see what changes the years have wrought
  Now don't forget what I have said
  the youngest brother's name was Fred.