A metal pole, rusted and spent, stands honored in a Maryland backyard.
It was a meat-hanger for ancient tribes, when they first began the hunt.
It was a factor in Ericson's hut, built short after he arrived.
It was the second pole for a lacrosse goal, back before it was called lacrosse.
It was the man-made branch Chief Growling Fox laid his headdress on at night.
It was part of the barricade for two American wars.
It was a hunting support for families during the Depression.
It was what helped Old Lady Wilkens up after her nasty fall.
And now, a tetherball hangs from the top, adorned in simplicity and stripped of due honor. Its owner knows nothing of the pole's history.
But the pole does, and it can smile as it thinks of its testament to a life of changing history. One day, it will be a forgotten piece of scrap metal, withering amidst withering weeds, but it will still stand strong. Remembering.