Who, I ask, were you? br br I ask the silent spirits br Whom I found at Mesa Verde, br As I stood and looked br Across the distant vista, br br And as I walked down br Those steep, rocky paths br Leading to the bottom br Of an unseen canyon. br br I looked across the canyon br And could hardly see br The other side, br But there it was, br Buried deep under br An overhanging cliff. br br And I wondered, br How in heaven's name br You ever found the place, br And carried rocks and mud br Down, Down to the bottom. br br How did you ever manage br To build your tiny adobe home, br Deep inside the caves, br Unseen from the top, br Protected from your enemies. br br I feel your soul, still wandering about, br Protecting your secrets, br Keeping my prying eyes out, br Sheltering your history br From nosy folks like me, br But I still wonder...