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 whatever was
exploring Druids’ burial traditions.

the roof of clouds keep it alive
as cows graze in pastures beside.
excavations uncover what 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 on track,
Stonehenge, brave and bold.

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I wrote this when i was there many years ago. If you know some of the history of Stonehenge you\'ll understand this poem better than others.