Before The Modern Mind Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Old bones sleep in China's ground,
A story waits to be unbound.
Twenty thousand years they lay,
Of people from a far-off day.

Their heads were big, their foreheads wide,
With teeth so large, nowhere to hide.
Not like us, nor Neanderthal kin,
A new name for them might begin.

With stone tools sharp, they hunted well,
Wild horses from the grassy dell.
Ate meat and wore skins, tough and warm,
Survived the chill, the coming storm.

In little bands, they made their way,
Through changing lands, day by day.
This Xujiayao find, a puzzle deep,
Secrets that ancient times do keep.