Comments about Dennis Cannings
Oh! Silent stones, in circle round -
Your shadows cast upon the ground,
What mysteries you hold, within your heart,
What tales of days gone by, could you impart.
Awesome and majestic, you stand so upright -
A place of deep feeling on a silent night,
A place of dread, midst your circle there-in,
So quiet, so still, only the movement of night's vermin.
As I stand alone, neath your moon-made shade-
I seem to hear voices chanting, yet I am not afraid -
For it seems to be in place, here 'mongst shadows,
The chanting coming louder, echoing from ...