Felix L. Perry gave (inspired) me with this poem yesterday. Thanks, Felix. See his poem "Who an I?" My home is in SW Florida, and Alligator Creek, nearby, is Gulf of Mexico tidewater. The picture is Henry (me) holding his 12 hour old great grand daughter, Daysie, in July 2001.

Cycles
by Henry Burt Stevens
April 24, 2005
www.authorsden.com/henrybstevens

walking this slight
elevation above sea level
where now a thin
skim of dirt hides the bones
of sloth, tapirs
one toed horses

wondering about the
mammoth, dire wolf
capybaras who
shared whatever land
the sea allowed-
at times not much

wandering to mounds
of the last indigenous
humans here, Calusa,
their village remains
that can be picked
and scratched for
pottery and arrowheads

while staring out
to the salty bay
my thought turns to
my great grand daughter
Daysie and the
cycles going forward.