Cahokia - Poem by Ima Ryma
Cahokia, city that thrived
Way back in southern Illinois.
Unknown native peoples arrived,
North America's pride and joy.
Thousands did live among mounds built,
Some of which were skyscraper high,
On the plain like a patchwork quilt,
Ancient marvel to mystify.
But all in the city were gone,
By the time Europeans came,
Swarming across and trampling upon,
The place would never be the same.
Cahokia, city of mound,
Buried beneath the lost and found.
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