Silver faces, copper crowns, I travel the world without leaving town. I read dates, mint-marks, tiny crests, I judge old kings by how metal rests. History clinks in my careful hand, Empires fit in a small round span. I chase rare years that others miss what am I, in love with this?

Each stretch of time is named as one of these, From Cretaceous, to Jurassic, to times of deep freeze.

Inked tales of yesterday, delivered daily. Those in the know will be found whispering truths and tales, its viewpoint capturing the world in black and white.

Were they here before? Many cultures think so. When distant designs align, some claim it must so. I know they exist, that part feels fact, but have they touched Earth? I still await proven fact.

Say goodbye to banes, Man’s greatest invention, Thomas had brains, To make such a thing,