The Maya People Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The Maya People.

Long ago, in lands so green,
The Maya people, a vibrant scene.
From tiny farms, they started small,
Then built tall cities, standing tall.

The Preclassic days, a gentle start,
Villages grew, playing their part.
Then Classic times, a golden age,
On history's bright, shining page.

Kings ruled strong, with god-like hand,
In cities grand, across the land.
They wrote in glyphs, a clever way,
And watched the stars, night and day.

Zero they found, a brand new thought,
And time they tracked, with wisdom sought.
But then a change, a fading light,
The southern cities, lost to night.

Did drought come harsh, did battles rage?
The cause is lost, upon life's stage.
The Postclassic days, a shift to north,
New cities rise, proving their worth.

But Maya people, didn't disappear,
Their culture strong, year after year.
They still are here, their spirits bright,
A living link, to ancient light.⁷