MEADOWCROFT PEOPLE
A small creek in western Pennsylvania
Scouting along this creek
moving warily, this is new country
The sun is nearing the valley rim
It's getting chilly,
he is tired and hungry.
Thunder grumbles beyond the cliff.
He looks up. Here the cliff forms
a shallow cave, a
rock overhang
a hundred feet above.
Looks dry
Climb .
Ah!
The rock is warm with gathered sunlight
there is a flat floor adrift with leaves
soon he has a small fire going
he sups in luxury.
The storm nears.
But he will be warm and dry this night.
Remember this cozy spot!
Later he leads his small band here
they stay a few days,
Food seems plentiful.
His son remembers,
teaches his daughters,
who show the way to their sons.
So years pass
people come
stay a bit, move on
The creek flows on
the years become decades, then centuries, finally millennia.
After 13,000 years, or so,
in the Middle East
early farmer's huts grow into towns.
Another 1500 years and a Pharaoh
has a pointed thought. A pyramid!
The creek flows on
Trees sprout, grow, fall
After about 16,000 years
I park my car,
beside the creek
climb out, look up
at the Archeological site and museum
where men like me
sheltered their families
for 700 generations!
As I try to grasp that
Thunder grumbles beyond the cliff.