While the students need to contribute at least one blog post, we didn’t dictate the format. Here’s a poem! — Kate
Up the layers of the dirt,
hoping to uncover
all the secrets of the Earth.
Context one began it all,
just a pile of smaller stones,
But soon as context layers left
We revealed ceramic sherds and bones.
In context twelve, a clinker’d mess,
were nails, glass, and coal,
and even an harmonica,
which sent Kate down rabbit holes.
On rainy days as weather wills,
we shelter in our centre
and wash artifacts with toothbrushes
—not exactly what they’re meant for!
With picks and shovels,
Trowels and brushes,
We diggers leave our trail,
Creating walls without “bathtubbing”;
Keeping our marks above a fail.
“Destructive forces of preservation”
might best capture our work’s tension,
For we both toil in mitigation while destroying
earth as James’s henchmen.
We reconstruct the landscapes
that were formed throughout the past
and through the soil
we ascertain who meddled with it last.
Well now this poem must make its close
And the poet work without a sigh,
but I’ll leave you now with Munson’s tune:
“So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, goodbye”.
— Jacob Taggett
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