700 AD -1300 AD
This mound is known as Monks Mound.
It rises 100 feet.
It is the largest prehistoric earthen construction
in the Americas.
It was the center of this ancient city.
This city sprawled over six square miles
and supported a population of 10-20,000.
In 1982 this site was named a world Heritage Site.
When I entered the interpretive center
I was taken back into time.
I was transported into an amazing culture.
The veil is thin at this site.
I could almost hear their voices.
As I looked at the artifacts I began to think.
As I read about these ancient people I connected.
I too plant and harvest.
I too craft and cook.
These pots are so beautiful.
I am inspired.
Corn chowder would taste delicious in a head pot!
Like the Cahokians I do not eat wheat.
The visitors center is world class.
After having our lunch out of our picnic basket we walked the Grand Plaza.
I too celebrate the spider.
We climbed Monks Mound.
I looked down and saw St. Louis, Missouri.
I looked across and saw more mounds.
I laid all my sadness down.
I vowed to take care of what is left of the Great Mounds.
The seasons are changing at Cahokia.
The rain water puddles as it has for thousands of years.
Orange Sulphurs and Buckeyes still find late season
nectar on the native wildflowers.
The Crows still fly and teach for those who will learn.
It was time for me to travel back to my house.
Time for me to take my Birdman treasures home.
I bought a journal while at Cahokia.
A place to write about the Indian Mounds.
A place to honor those that came before me.
A place to hope that those that come after will also honor and take care.
Happy Sunday Safari.