Stonehenge (the early years: before 1972)
Long ago on Salisbury plain
a people wrought their craft both cunning and strange.
The heavens they watched, both sun and moon,
and saw their course through the years
until they knew when each appeared;
they saw the time that all did fear,
when sun and moon did disappear.
So, stones were brought from the mountains of Wales,
one hundred twice and forty leagues,
To the downs of chalk from where these folks did hail.
They set a ring on the white hard ground around a sacred place,
and here they set about the task,
to measure the brother-gods pace.
With tools of copper-brass they shaped the far brought stones,
shaped a ring of many arch,
and marked the heel stone;
within they built an arch so fair,
and the like four times again,
that men still wonder how they could be
from a time when men were scarcely men.
Twenty-one days into December
of each and every year
above the heel stone and through the arch
the winter sun appears.
You people who lived within that land
you trapped the brother-gods that day,
to live and play within your ring,
save on certain special days when
sun and moon would spring
and escape your cleaver wrought ring.
So, you dug some holes, fifty plus six,
To mark each passing binge.
Stonehenge sits on this chalky plain,
And sifts through the passing years,
the people who built it should be proud
for it lasted beyond their years.
They left behind for all to see,
the sun and moon enchained,
sitting within a little wheel
to act again, again, and again.