Indian Artifacts

When the kids were younger, Bobby found some fields that someone said there were Indian Artifacts in them.  So sure enough he would bring arrowheads home and rocks, lots of rocks that he said were artifacts.  Some were some weren't.  We had  boxes of rocks here.  When he moved away they went with him.  Then one day I needed a walk and went to the fields.  It was nice, with the paths from the tractor wheels, for casual walking.  Just remember no stepping on the new shoots of corn.  I would push pieces of corn in holes and cover them up so they would grow.  Walking up and down the fields where real Indians once were was awesome.  Was I walking in their footsteps?  Were they hunting for food?  Was their garden here.  All of a sudden I looked down and there is a perfect arrowhead.  I was so proud I yelled out probably waking my ancestors that lived there.  They aren't easy to see.  It is easier on a cloudy day.  Well, I was hooked!  Bob worried about me doing this alone and would accompany me at times.  He always found more than I did.  We continued doing this for years until I got sick and had to stop.  Now when I travel past the plowed fields I hear the Indians, slowly beating the drums, calling for someone to come and find more things that have been left behind.  Yes, this is the place to find these things.  Yes, I will be back to find more.......