Arrowhead
There`s something about it that I can`t explain
When you pick up an arrowhead, washed out by the rain
Lost by some hunter, eons ago
Maybe hunting deer, elk or buffalo
It`s lain there buried under soil and stone
From the day it was used, shot or thrown
Hoping to bring down a kill
To provide his family a needed meal
And now you have a chance
To imagine this drama from the past
You hold in your hand a time machine
That takes you back to that scene
When man relied on a point of stone
To feed his family back at home
There`s something about it that I can`t explain
When you pick up an arrowhead, washed out by the rain
Lost by some hunter, eons ago
Maybe hunting deer, elk or buffalo
It`s lain there buried under soil and stone
From the day it was used, shot or thrown
Hoping to bring down a kill
To provide his family a needed meal
And now you have a chance
To imagine this drama from the past
You hold in your hand a time machine
That takes you back to that scene
When man relied on a point of stone
To feed his family back at home
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