In the ancient lands where mammoths once roamed,
Graveyards now stand, where mysteries are honed,
Neanderthal hand axes, dominant and bold,
Unveiling secrets from eras untold.

Slowly, the earth gives up its long-held lore,
Mammoth graveyards whispering tales of yore,
Neanderthal tools, crafted with care,
Reveal a past we’re now eager to share.

In the shadow of tusks and bones so vast,
Hand axes tell stories from the distant past,
Neanderthal hands that once held them tight,
Crafting tools under the ancient light.

Mysteries hidden for centuries now rise,
As mammoth graveyards meet curious eyes,
The dominance of hand axes, a clue profound,
To the lives of those who once walked this ground.

Imaginations soar as the mysteries unfurl,
In the presence of mammoths, in this ancient swirl,
Neanderthal ingenuity, skill on display,
Guiding us through history’s intricate array.

Each hand axe a key, a doorway to explore,
The depths of time, to learn even more,
About our ancestors, their ways and their means,
In these mammoth graveyards, where the past convenes.

As the mysteries slowly come to light,
In the paleontological sight,
Neanderthal hand axes stand tall,
Revealing stories that enthrall.

In the quiet of these prehistoric graves,
Echoes of the past, whispers and waves,
Mammoth graveyards, a treasure trove,
Unveiling secrets that generations will rove.