Echos of Discovery

Echoes of Discovery ©
By Artemis Quill 2/26/2025
“No complaints, overwhelmed with blessings”

Two boys with dirt-stained knees and curious hearts,
Ralph and George, adventurers from the start.
The buffalo horn clutched tight in trembling hands,
Whispering secrets of forgotten lands.

Echo Canyon waits with ancient stone,
Where Pawnee spirits might still roam.
Shadows lengthen as they venture deep,
Into mysteries the canyon keeps.

Water trickles over time-worn rock,
As the horn begins its quiet talk.
Carvings pulse beneath their fingertips,
History awakened from its crypt.

"Listen," breathes George, his voice gone thin,
As ghostly echoes dance within.
The buffalo's spirit, proud and wise,
Reflected in their widened eyes.

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The path grows steep, the air grows cool,
Two explorers breaking every rule.
Following whispers only they can hear,
Through wonder, awe, and lingering fear.

What waits beyond the canyon's bend?
What ancient truths might comprehend?
Two boys, one horn, and countless stars,
Discovering how close the legends are.