Seven Thousand Years. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Two mummies sleep in desert sand,
Seven thousand years, a hidden band.
Once green the land, a watery place,
Before the sun erased its face.

Their ancient code, a story told,
Of people new, a secret hold.
No ties to us, it seems, they made,
A silent path, in time's parade.

Fifty thousand years, a start so deep,
From others gone, while secrets keep.
No Neanderthal whispers in their blood,
Just a quiet flow, a lonely flood.

North Africa's past, we thought we knew,
A meeting place for me and you.
But this new find, it changes view,
Of ancient paths, so fresh and true.

How many kinds of folk did roam?
With different tunes, a distant home.
Some faded out, some went away,
We're only a few still here today.