As i stand and look around,  Searching for 
for signs that you were around. 

A chip a schared a broken stone Snails.and 
flint a hint of bone all the signs this was your home. 

The miles have been many the rewards to few as 
I hunt for the rocks that belonged to you. 

As I search the ground to find where they 
lay untouched for centuries 
until this day.Thanks again my friend for showing 
the way. 
                
So I'll pick up the blade you layed there for me. 
and will tell of the proud people who gave it 
to me. 
       
So I thank you 0ld spirit of by gone years for the 
gifts that you gave me to show you were 
here.