Ima Ryma

These Bones Will Talk - Poem by Ima Ryma

A farmer was digging his field,
Near Chelsea, Michigan, U.S.
And did get a surprising yield -
Me, not seen for a while, I guess.
'Bout 12,000 years, give or take,
These old bones have been under earth.
So catch up time I need to make.
My secrets will make the while worth.
Was it climate and/or man made
That sent me down into death deep?
I'm here and now to be of aid.
What caused me to take a dirt sleep?

A wooly mammoth, I be one.
And my story has just begun.

Topic(s) of this poem: animals

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 9, 2015

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