Read this poem in a book and thought I would share it.
As man today
I greet you, Ancient Brother Man
And point with gratitude
To these artifacts you made in eons past.
The signature of man’s slow rise
Is on each tool, each point, each axe
And we can sense the human impact still.
Who smoked this pipe? Who played this flute?
Who used this hoe? Who threw this spear?
And was it made for enemy – or deer?
As Man today
I kneel upon an mountain circled flat
To feel the ancient ashes yield, and see
A kinship gift which you have left for me.
I grasp within my hand a perfect tool
So long ago chipped carefully from stone,
And now but for the timing of our fates
It might have been my own.
I touch with care its edges keen and fine,
Where once you placed your thumb
There now is mine.
-NORA NULL BUNNEY