Anthropologist Poems - Poems about Anthropologist

Jane Goodall has prosopagnosia Also called face blindness She is unable to recognize faces she acts like she recognizes everyone In case she met you before Interesting affliction for a world-famous anthropologist Who studied chimpanzees and reported back That they express facial expressions of emotions Sadness, anger, frustration. Is it only human faces she does not recognize?...

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Carol Ellen’s love of granite will turn her into a fulfilled geologist. Tim’s fascination with stem cells will help him be a fantastic biologist. Me, myself, I want to a tri-scientist. Maybe paleontologist. If not that, there is my secretive dream of being a micro-biologist. My neighbor’s cousin is a boring, bored, cardiologist. His former dream was to be an...

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The anthropologist came a great distance to observe and study the recently discovered subjects. Nothing was know about them Nothing at all. The anthropologist was anxious to get to work to set up the study. The work would be intense and arduous. Nothing like these subjects had ever been seen before. In fact finding them was kismet being discovered by exploring a new region. Once discovered the study was organize and set in motion. The anthropologist...

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'Tis twilight, the shadow of lake turning light- peachy and pink. And all the forest around wake in the light- life too groggy to think. When all the light cast God's love of the sun, bursting brightly, it shines on something- a hidden trove, and I take the hiker's first step, lightly, and I see in front of me old things! I...

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burn the eyeglass for a remedy. knowing now that the leaves have died before. A northern winds swollen eyelids cast little doubt....... that there will once again be a skeleton diagram. that there will once again be a linear vertebrae. ...

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