My poem is about the paleoindians. I wrote this poem from the perspective of one of the members 

of this group of people that first came to America. This event is very important because the paleoindians 

were the first people who came into this territory in the time of the ice age. They arrived searching for 

food and they found different types of things like animals and vegetation.

       

"Paleoindian Time" 

In the darkness of a deep cave

Humans gather  around being brave.

Just another creature in the giant world.

Torches and sticks gave the light

Stone, gray and powerful

Changed into useful tools like 

They were in a fight.

Done by the hand of man.

Elk, Mammoth, Horses 

They were hunted to extinction 

Berries flowered in thick bushes

There, waiting to be gathered

But some berries had the curse of poison.

Large groups were formed

Obligated to walk the earth

People were going to fall

Forever forced to move

In the necessity of search for food

The humans change the earth and this prove.

Without organization