Poem #24: The Dinosaur Bones

Anyone who knows me knows that I love dinosaurs. I have loved them since I was 6 years old. When I was small, I checked out all the books in the library about them and drew pictures of them all the time. One of my classmates loved to draw them, too, and he gave me drawings. Oddly enough, we're still friends aft6er all these years.
So here is a poem about dinosaur bones.

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The Dinosaur Bones

The dinosaur bones are dusted every day.
The cards tell how old we guess the dinosaur bones are.
Here a head was seven feet long, horns with a hell of a ram,
Humping the humps of the Montana mountains.

The respectable school children
Chatter at the heels of their teacher who explains.
The tourists and wonder hunters come with their parasols
And catalogues and arrangements to do the museum
In an hour or two hours.

The dinosaur bones
are dusted
every day.

~~ Carl Sandburg

This would be a little like my dino drawings.