HENGE OLD, HENGE NEW

The turf covered mounds of the pedigree Old

Surround and guard Henge, as it stands so bold

Above in blue mirror, the Cumulus clouds round

Alive as they mimic the Barrows of ground

The Poppies stand red in the bloodened hue

And the thistled flowers and the speedwell show blue

Beside ancient paths, roll the fields wheaten gold

Between Barrows of ancient and the Henge Tale oft told

Bright yellow Rape splatters the scene

Hints at the stories, the sights that have been

In the mystery of past within Stonehenge glow

As the planets aligned to the priesthood show

Hares still flash red in Suns Golden Ray

And the shy deer still peeps at the glare of day

The road traffic passes, like surrealist dream

And the Planes and the Helios fly above this scene

This mixture of new and the ancient ware

Has always been here in this land so rare

In its nurtures of human since life began

As the new disappears, but the life goes on

So the Barrows settle in the land so deep

Over bones of the ancients, charged with the keep

Of this symbol of Man, combined to achieve

What no single man could conceive in his greed