Megaliths Poem by JJ Evendon

Megaliths



Stones standing tall in fields of grass.
An enigma left of a distant past.
Long distances some have travelled,
their mysticism yet to be unravelled.
Secrets that once bound spirits together
now lay lost amongst the grass and heather.
Although these iconic structures make no sense,
they remain true ‘Silent sentinels of sentience’.

Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: mystery
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