Arrowheads

There is a creek behind our house and at times during July or August, I'll fight the weeds and armed with a long stick, poke around in the muck and gravel to see what I can find. I'm lucky, usually within minutes I'll dislodge a specimen. More often than not, it will be broken or a stone discarded before it was completed but because of the particular chipping, I can tell that at one time or another, a human, long ago held it in his hand. I keep everything I find. Sometimes to decorate my rock garden and sometimes just to hide in my pocket to remind of the Indians.