Lucy

She walked and talked in a world called theirs Worries she had with her earthly cares Found near Hadar, this specimen of old A lady from our past, lying stone cold She walked her lands amidst horses so small In the Awash Valley where trees were so tall Naked to bare, all her kin were the same In a land so different, to she not strange What would she be seeing if we could see through her eyes Would there be hate and hurt and a typical despise Maternal and loving we can only assume In the valley where she lived, we have the same front room And just as we, she was born to die Evolutionary in exist, below the same blue skies She walked and talked in a world called theirs Worries she had with her different cares This lady I talk of, Lucy we have named From our past she existed, with a different fame She was the oldest of us ever found Lying stone cold on earths ancient ground http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-15.php