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Humanities Building, Nottingham University

“Whispered Voices”

The hands that sift dry dust and earth,
In search of knowledge buried deep
Some human stories to unearth,
And treasures gently raised from sleep,
The past a whispered voice to hear
With ear pressed close and breath held tight,
Speaks softly of a life held dear,
Of shining days and darker nights
Of gods and music, war and art,
Of living in an age gone by,
And lessons learnt which time forgot.

Derek Hunt 2012