Journey on through ages gone, to the centre of the earth

Past rocks of quartz and granite, which gave mother nature birth



Burial ground of ancient man, his life no more is seen,

A journey through his time unknown, I wonder where he's been



Wonder where he's been, wonder where he's been, wonder where he's been



The shore now gone behind the hills, a forest in our sight,

Rocks and distant mountains, bathed in waves of blinding light



Forests from far gone time, no living man has seen,

A private prehistoric world, for you and I a dream



Brownish hue dicates my eye, no colour hides their fear,

Flowers faded, dull and cold, now bleached by atmosphere



Creatures twisting under trees, huge monsters soaked with rage

Hidden deep below our earth, a frightening, bygone age



Their shepherd came, now long extinct, a huge primeval man

The three men filled with disbelief, just turned as one and ran.

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Eric Wincentsen

267@ef.gc.maricopa.edu

Glendale Community College,

Glendale, Arizona



"I believe in Women's suffrage. Women may suffer as much as they want."

-The great, Godlike Eric Wincentsen



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