Stonehedge
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.
This poem is about:
Our world
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