Sat, 06/19/2021 - 17:17 -- mrapook

Monument stands alone

barren, yet never gone,

silently telling stories from the past.


thousands of years of biting winds

whirling around its rocky foundation,

revealing rituals of what ever was

exploring Druids’ burial traditions.


the roof of clouds keep it alive

as cows graze in pastures beside.

excavations uncover where truth resides

discovering there is a Roman side.


a calendar of time

you will never die

we maintain your structure of old,

when history comes back

we’ll keep your pack in tact,

Stonehenge, brave and bold.

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