A Slice of My Life

Man was ever an explorer
 He loves to penetrate the trackless forest
 To dive the unseen depths of the sea
 To scale mountains and to delve into Caves of the earth
 In whose recesses he finds relics of earlier habitations,
 And in the ledges of which he discovers
 The bones of creatures
 Which have long since disappeared from
 The surfaces of the earth.
  Yet in each one of us there are relics
  Of bygone ages
  Far beyond history and the human
 Imagination and the depths of the unconscious mind
  Realms of mystery far more fascinating
 Than are to be found in the caves of The “Mendips”,
 traces of remote ancestry
 Or archaic modes of thought,
 And of a world of imagination endowed
 With richer potentialities
 Than are to be found in the treasures Of the east
 
 
  j.a hadfield