Tribe: A Poem

"Through plains of passage and mountains tough, the tribe pushed onward, over terrain
that was violently rough. Ever onward did they always proceed, though the land, sea, and air's omens did they not uniformly heed.

Splinter groups merged with the traveling
tribe, they worked together and struggled
to remain alive. Learning and teaching
together was their only way that they
would ever live to see yet one more day.

As time passed and the land became quiet,
the tribal warriors would venture forth
and cross new ground, to hunt the traveling
beasts for food, warmth, and glory--
and each knew their battles would be
preserved in a story.

Having been successful on the hunt and the
kill, the shamans would paint pictures and
scenes in the cavern walls with such skill.
They'd capture the emotion, as if they'd
actually been there to witness the great
event, almost as if the paintings forever
captured their spirit and placed it on display."