"The Little Olive Amuc's" (A Poem of the Little People in the Andes of Peru - Legends)
Or some internal caves therein:
From Ticlio, or Bone City (La Oroya),
An underworld civilization!
According to the very best of legends-
From the Wanka to the Inca times-
They live in the crust of the earth
And in the hard cold mineral mines!
They followed the miner's footsteps
From barbarity nights to dawn
A dwindling civilization
With cities of gold and bronze!
By them are the treasures well-known;
Hidden in underground temples;
From Machu Picchu to the Mantaro Valley
To the Nazca Peruvian Lines!
With all of this ponderous mystery
It's distressing these earthly Amuc
Reveal little sign of their whereabouts
But provoke our most curious thoughts.
Such mystery with humans and pixie's,
The problems of peace a pauper,
Relations between goodwill for both,
Or misdeed and rebuke therefore!
So when we look for treasures dim,
And find problems of where and when,
Simple find an Olive Amuc and pray,
He will by your very best Friend!
#1795 4-18-2007
Note: Legend has it these Amuc of the Andes, are perhaps a foot to 18-inches tall; some with blond and other with dark hair. It has been said they have iron wings, and live in the mines of the Peruvian Andes. Many older folks who have been in the mines, worked them, have claim they have seen them; or folks that have known folks that have. Myself, I have never seen them, and I've been in the Andes, but I'm looking forward to it. And when I do, I of course will let you know. The Wanka to the Inca times, infer, between AD 700 to 1600 (and from the present times: the time of the Miners).
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