Love this, i can picture them as they first arrived on the shores of America, and i certainly tip my hat to the courage of both red and white man. Great poem. Regards Roscoe...

Always your writes are a good look into another world.
It is sad that the invasion of the White (whatever you can call them now) people into the Americas didn't embrace their cultures instead of destroying their way of life.
The Clovis were very far ahead of their time with their tools but they seemed to disappear, way before that invasion ????
There were many aspects of their world that we could have learned from.
Maybe it was that false flag with a large red cross on that caused all the trouble.
Religion today hasn't changed much but is losing ground to reality checks
where an old man can be the Godhead or a book is misinterpreted to kill innocent people, these reasons are becoming weaker, but I hope they find something to replace them all soon.
The wild man would be appeased if only all mankind became
MAN---KIND Yours Ian.T
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Sparrow says that there are a few places in your rhythm that need a tweak.

other than some rough lines, I thought this one is as usual holds great text and captures
an important part of your history.
As usual I enjoyed how you closed your poem.

and truly enjoying the story. While driving along the highways and byways, I often wonder what it must have been like in those days when there were no roads, just paths that wound through the woods and it took a whole day to travel fifteen or twenty miles. Today we travel at sixty mph. and think nothing of it! I wonder then; what the men of that day would have thought about that! We have much history here in the Northeast, there are many places that have plaques that tell you where and what. Here in Schenectady and the surrounding area, there are some that say things like: " We rode along a fine sandy road, thickly forested with great pines " I forget the name of the author, but it was from his diary. I too wish for the return of those days when I could hike all day and sleep under the stars on nothing but a blanket and some pine needles. I was once a Wild Man too! ~ Gee

you must...but I've seen odder organizations than that! I have used an axe and saw to bring down some fair size trees, but never anything that I couldn't get my arms around. Yes, it must have been wild men that tamed these forests! I know that my ancestors were French-Indian-English from up around the Canadian border, and some were probably loggers. I have some old pictures of my great grandfather's deer hunting camp. Real log-cabins! Unfortunately none of them have any info on them, so I don't know much about them at all. Anyways, yes, I imagine that it was quite a feat. Thanks for this one, ~ Gee