english trip to the avebury stones. i walked down a chalky path it was like walking on the moon but...

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.