The Westcott Story

America’s Longest Journey


Across the tides of time they sailed,
From distant shores, their hopes unveiled.
The Westcotts came with steadfast grace,
To carve their path in a wild, new place.

Four hundred years, a storied line,
Fourteen generations etched in time.
Through trials steep and skies storm-wrought,
Their faith unshaken, their battles fought.

The 17th century bore their dream,
To forge a life on fields unseen.
A family bound by toil and prayer,
With courage thick as frontier air.

The venerated Westcott name,
Burned bright like stars, a guiding flame.
Fathers, mothers, children, kin,
From hardship rose the strength within.

They tilled the earth, they felled the trees,
They stitched their lives in history’s weave.
Their voices echo, clear and true,
Immortal souls with work to do.

For every step, they paid the toll,
Yet time has polished their eternal role.
Not just a family, brave and rare,
But builders of a nation’s share.

And here we stand, their living thread,
With tales of triumph still unsaid.
A lineage rich with sweat and stone,
Their strength and faith now ours to own.

The Westcott story, bold and vast,
Speaks to the present of its past.
A journey wrought with grit and glory,
America's song, the Westcott Story.


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