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Corrine and Emily left the gallery and went around back, all our guests followed as well. When everyone seemed settled Sue began lightly beating the djun djun drum and I began my drum part and started reciting the poem, "New Digs". At the same time Gary Francois began his slide show.

New Digs
Our ancestors are here tonight
riding with us
on a pinnacle of life

rolling, boiling planet
spinning in blackness
frenzied atoms
grouping
in unimaginable ways

form thoughts,
dreams, concepts
which lead us
along our path.
We take the trails
our ancestors walked
for we live on the same
nectar as they.

Their ancient aroma
long gone from the earth
exists only
when we are mindful
surfacing
for me,
for you,
as we dig
deep
into the planet

Our ancestors are here tonight
hands on our shoulder
interjecting thunder
Inner voices
tell us where to search

Extraordinary wonders
continue to be found
by those willing to dig.

By that part of the poem I had stopped drumming and picked up a shovel, a spot light shows me taking dirt out of my archeological dig. My first discovery is a bone, and Emily says, "A bone! A piece of ancient history". After a short examination on my part I toss it over my shoulder and away. Emily says, "But that's not what he is looking for". My next shovel full reveals a gold nugget and Emily once again exclaims, "Gold! Shiny and beautiful, plenty of money", and again I toss it away, so Emily says, "But that's not what he is looking for".