Just as the ancient cave dwellers huddled near their fires for warmth...
I too have felt the comfort of wood fires burning on Eighty Acres.
And just as the cave dwellers did thousands of years ago...
I too have listened to the fires crackle, and watched the flames' shadows dance on the walls.
And just as the cave dwellers did so many years ago...
I too have sat by the warmth of the fire and dreamed of a better tomorrow.
And just as the cave dwellers felt a need to scratch charcoal drawings on the cave walls,.
I too scribble these words, hoping someone in the future will hear my voice and know that long ago, I once lived and walked softly upon Eighty Acres.