Generations
Where have you been?
I remember you
From Olduvai.
Leaky pulled your fingers
From the ground.
I knew it was you.
We played chasing games.
When Mumpa complained
We made too much noise.
The grass was thick and wet
Not like now with the dry
Freezing everyone in rock.
I'd complain but almost all
from that time are gone
I'm the only one left.
Keep me close.
I made the next generation.
There's more after me.
We'll keep going to rock.
Maybe it'll be another rock.
Far, far from here or until
Our exploratory discs return
From the future to report
They've never found any place
As good as this.
Barry G. Wick
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