Dreams of Dragons
A poem
That Man dreamed of dragons, shows
That our race is older than we know.
The age of Man’s remains we gauge
By following the layers of rock, a way
Down through the soil, and the strata claims
That the Pleistocene — the age of man — just came
When the world was deep, in ice, encased;
And already the dinosaurs had faded
From a planet where the temperature had changed,
And catastrophe upon cataclysm raged.
Then what are these? Tales of fabulous beasts,
Imagined by the mind that conjures demons,
And fashions myths of world-wide deluges,
Long preserved by peoples of disparate cultures,
On both sides of the vast Atlantic Ocean
The land that fell with the rising sea’s motion
Out in the distant west, or east –
Depending on who tells the myth — but each
Believes their culture bringers came from this place,
Where there flourished, a most ancient race.
