Arrow Head Hill

w c

Arrow Head Hill

 

On a warm sunny afternoon

Just after a little rain

Arrow heads would appear

And for a while remained

 

Erosion was the word

That helped us understand

How the arrow heads occurred

Out of nowhere on the land

 

After some rainy days

We were not surprised

To see pottery as it lay

In shards before our eyes

 

We always had a great time

As we searched the hill back then

With evidence of a tribe

The pottery and flint      

 

Reluctantly we had to leave

Those arrow heads of the past

But the memories we would keep

And they sufficed ‘til we came back          

     

 

 

 

 

 

     

 

 

 

 

  • Author: w c (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 18th, 2019 13:30
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments3

  • Nicholas Browning

    I'm with Tepo on this. A very good read.

    • w c

      Thanks so much, Nicholas. I appreciate your comment.

    • orchidee

      A fine historical write w c. Pottery shards reminds me of potsherds. Erm, we must say pot-sherds, not pots-herds - herds of pots!? lol.

      • w c

        I appreciate you, orchidee. Arrow heads have always been fascinating to me!

      • Goldfinch60

        Good one w c.

        • w c

          Glad you enjoyed it, Goldfinch.



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