Anasazi and Hohokam - By Bob Atkinson

Anasazi and Hohokam - by Bob Atkinson tell me now your ancient stories so I can feel your power and glory survive you did in this harsh land becoming a mystery to this small man where did you go? are you still here? tell me of your wants and fears buildings you made of stone still stand above piles of bones did you lay down your lives to the last because of pride fighting those opposed to your ancient way of life over this land of dusty valleys swept clean of life as if by water you carved out of rocky soil life for your sons and daughters of those who lived those years we know nothing more we see them scraped from the land was it peaceful or violent horror? you who no longer sing those songs of glory days left us remnants of your cities to remind us of your closed page confers to us our wonderment never allowing our minds rest where and why did you go? reason won't be known, but guessed you knew how to test the ground dug canals, brought water to dry land giving seed to harvest yearly moisture to crops of greenery you knew facts that life required by those who live and thrive in arid lands which never seem to allow for relaxed lives ones who have gone before left us not stories and lore they keep their lives from our eyes made us wonder where and why let us begin the quest to document that sixth sense that which makes us who we are our emotions pickled in a jar document your current stories so future can feel your power and glory how you survived in this harsh land become no mystery to future man