Oh, Come All Ye Earthful

On the First
Day of Winter,

And midst Our
Season's Glee,

Earth-life glows,
In our Human Tree.

She maps our life--
As it used to be.

We behold not,
What conquest is:

But, Her pure work --
Our conscience, still, free.


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Ancient Map, 1200 Years-old

"....a rock containing what is believed to be an ancient map
has emerged in the Mississippi River in southeast Missouri.
The rock contains etchings believed to be up to 1,200 years old.
It was not in the river a millennium ago, but the changing course of
the waterway now normally puts it under water — exposed only in
periods of extreme drought. Experts are wary of giving a specific
location out of fear that looters will take a chunk of the rock or
scribble graffiti on it.

"It appears to be a map of prehistoric Indian villages," said Steve
Dasovich, an anthropology professor at Lindenwood University in
St. Charles. "What's really fascinating is that it shows village sites
we don't yet know about."

                                 -- Jim Salter (AP) Yahoo News 12/22/12


L.S. Heatherly 2012 (poem)