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On Salisbury Plain, the ring of stones stands for all to see, And anyone who passes by wonders how it came to be. Who were the ancient builders who set the circle there? Was it an observatory or a place of prayer? Did they worship the sunrise of a solstice dawn, Or was it the light's creator that they called upon? The druids in their robes of white would worship there today, If travellers fighting with police did not keep them away. That's not the reason it was built, not how it should be, The builders who created it worked in unity. They must have worked together, or that ring could not be built, Those who would destroy its peace should be filled with guilt. To all who wish to visit there, whatever your Gods may be, Honour those ancient builders. Go in peace and harmony. |
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Note: This poem was written in 1999 after seeing the news of the trouble between police and travellers at Stonehenge. Fortunately the last few years there have been more peaceful. Emily Mace's excellent website The Complete Stonehenge includes a page of poems about the monument. The photograph at the ttop of this page is copyright, |