The Neolithic Bag
Kia Peek, First Year
I was made long ago but not on my own,
By a woman who was bored,
She picked some straw, made her way home,
Then I was made, thank the Lord.
I was weaved from straw and made by hand,
look at me and you’ll see
But now I’m broken and battered,
the rest of me is scattered and I don’t know where to find me.
I’ve been around for years,
been on some journeys and was buried beneath the dirt.
But now I’m discovered, no longer in my comfort,
Goodbye for now Mr. Earth.
I’m now in the National Museum with bones of creatures behind see-through glass,
So I’m going to enjoy this vacation
With no offence taken
And enjoy it while it lasts.