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English trip to the Avebury stones
I walked down a chalky pathIt was like walking on the moonBut then – splish, splash, splosh!
It was raining.It came down hard, like a machine gun.
I dived for the trees, they were covered with ribbons
Where people made their wishes.Then I saw ……. Stones
Surrounding me….Drawing me closeI was a prisoner.
Caught in their magic.
Among the rolling English landscape,The stones lay waiting
For the touch of man to awakenTheir coldness inside.
Their jagged shape speaks of the oldSettlement waiting to attack.
The atmosphere is calming, strangely mysterious.
The visitor senses a story untoldWaiting to be discovered.
Skeleton bones and arrow heads lyingBefore the crumbly, chalk path
Until man comes backAnd discovers their eerie presence.
Vehicles from around the worldEvidence of its power
Body of a boyUnder the rocks, dumped like a pile
of ragsRemains of animals and humans
alikeYou’re next…
Who put them here?They stand proud and tall.
A testimony to man’s ingenuityAnd brilliance rising craggily
Out of the floor.Sheep gently grazing like clouds
moving quietlyAcross this ancient settlement.
Ancient people,Variety of cultures.
Evolution of the early BritishBurial site of Kings.
Underground treasures,Rocks mark the sacred site.
Yellow sunrise on the midsummer morning…
Spirits of the dead are touching me.