We posted this for the Summer Solstice last year, but we cannot resist the repost, especially as there is a strawberry moon tonight! :>)))

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Song of the Stones

Here we stand upon the plain
   in our weathered ring;
know the nature of our grain,
   hear the song we sing.

Millions of years ago
   on our native land,
steady sea and river flow
   layered silt and sand.

Onto silt-sand water poured,
   full of magic quartz,
formed a solid sarsen hoard
   fit for shielding forts.

Ice Age freeze and thaw swept Earth,
   cracked the sandstone store,
so we boulders had our birth
   as majestic tor.

On the southern downs we lay
   in our grassy bed,
until one New Stone Age day,
   Man came by and said:

'We have built a healing place
   high on yonder mound;
now we ask, with goodly grace,
   come, protect our ground.'

We agreed and sledge was rolled,
   with five hundreds force,
sky turned purple, red and gold,
   as we took our course.

Then Man raised us with glad cries
   all round bluestones shrine,
stars shone countless wondrous eyes
   on our lofty line.

Thus began our watch to keep
   till the end of time,
when this world at last shall sleep,
   silencing our rhyme.

Here we stand upon the plain
   in our weathered ring;
know the nature of our grain,
   hear the song we sing.

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Written on 2016-06-20 at 23:54

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
I appreciate this even more the second time. Happy summer days.

What a wonderful song, melodic and informative, I so wish I could hear it sung. I saw the strawberry moon last night and have been picking masses of strawberries in my garden. I used to pass Stonehenge en route to my mothers in Somerset, always loved it's majesty and you have brought it to life.

Christopher Fernie
Dear Coo & Co,

What a wonderfully melodious poem! I studied Prehistory and Archaeology at Sheffield University, and also have a deep-seated interest in both folk music and folklore; put together and I fully appreciate your lyrical account of the origins of Stonehenge.

By way of coincidence, some years ago I wrote some doggerel to support what was then a campaign to open up Stonehenge to the general public. The doggerel was put onto a postcard under the slightly risqué title of 'Uptight Upright'. What follows is dedicated to you and your kin!

Henges were built as celebrations
Of the spelt grown by calibrations;
Sad to see, then, what has come to pass,
Standing stones gathering no mass.

Until the next time,