I meant to post this one yesterday, tying in with the solstice at Stonehenge. It was commissioned by Happenstance Border Morris and I'm going to set it to music at some stage :-)
Song of the Stones
Here we stand upon the plain
00in our weathered ring;
know the nature of our grain,
00hear the song we sing.
Millions of years ago
00on our native land,
steady sea and river flow
00layered silt and sand.
Onto silt-sand water poured,
00full of magic quartz,
formed a solid sarsen hoard
00fit for shielding forts.
Ice Age freeze and thaw swept Earth,
00cracked the sandstone store,
so we boulders had our birth
00as majestic tor.
On the southern downs we lay
00in our grassy bed,
until one New Stone Age day,
00Man came by and said:
'We have built a healing place
00high on yonder mound;
now we ask, with goodly grace,
00come, protect our ground.'
We agreed and sledge was rolled,
00with five hundreds force,
sky turned purple, red and gold,
00as we took our course.
Then Man raised us with glad cries
00all round bluestones shrine,
stars shone countless wondrous eyes
00on our lofty line.
Thus began our watch to keep
00till the end of time,
when this world at last shall sleep,
00silencing our rhyme.
Here we stand upon the plain
00in our weathered ring;
know the nature of our grain,
00hear the song we sing.
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