As the oldest prehistoric digs
On the North American continent
Take place in the soil in which we live
The strong images of the past
Come to us
A piece of flint cut thousands of years ago
Lying next to a piece of stained glass
Left by the family of settlers
Remains and ruins
Prehistoric and historic
That time once before we knew
And that far distant past beyond our records
Along the watercourses
Past descendants from ages
Now gone by