As I walk throughout the forest
Through the ancient woodland trees;
There are traces all around me,
Of a culture lost to time.
Broken jars in muddy hillsides
Arrowheads in running streams,
Children’s beads along the pathway
Age-old rocks with worn out signs.
Along the trail I see them,
Their way of life forever gone
And throughout the woods I hear them;
Their stories that we’ll never know.
Rights & Access
This poem was submitted for the "Poetry for the Mind's Joy" project and is reproduced here with permission from the author. All rights reserved. Poetry for the Mind's Joy is Poet Laureate Kay Ryan's project that includes a community college poetry contest administered by the Community College Humanities Association and a lively videoconference.
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Shannon Naomi Smith
Ivy Tech Community College, Indianapolis Campus, Indianapolis, IN
Faculty Advisor: Joni Colyer, Reference Librarian