Pioneering souls of yesterday's untold strife,
waysiding pools of heretofore uncollected data.
Reverberating totally throughout ages of long
lost history, parading quietly in pages of recent
books.
Details not fully given, because no one knows for
sure what happened so long ago.
Trudging slowly, forming circles at times, folding
in upon centuries of untold eons.
Related now in oft' told stories, relying on the
word of mouth, oratory.
Fascinating trails along mountainous ravines,
striding with ever-widening beliefs, to arrive
intact at estimated destinations.
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