A Fascinating State

I’d love to be an archaeologist, and dig up a real good find. A skeleton or two would frankly do, each one of a human kind. Some pottery, and tiles of mosaic, jewellery that women wore, back through stages, in far distant ages. Even a dinosaur’s jaw. There were Romans, Saxons, and Vikings, who all roamed over our land. With their pleasures, they must leave some treasures, to be uncovered by hand. Hours of gentle light digging and scraping, at soil to reveal a prize. A coin, some flax, buckle of bronze, flint axe, can make one’s excitement rise. Our history is found under our feet, we walk upon it each day. A fascinating state, to excavate, this earth, this brown mud, this clay. © Ernestine Northover