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New Grange, the Cradle of Celtic Culture
The pure stream rumbles out, surely sacred With magical properties evoking sighs. Ancient secrets of this place become naked. Suspicions, therefore, do quickly arise. Will fertility come to its demise, Or will seeds of ideas, thus, be blended For evoking unique spiritual highs In pure streams of light where the rumble ended? On we go to the Valley of Kings belated; Here, Neolithic farmers brought the seeds to rise. They penetrated the landscape's celebrated Cultivated grounds of buckwheat and rye Pinnacles do reflect through holes so high. Those ancestors here believed blessed. When the time came for solstice sunrise Their chambers then danced illuminated. But December twenty-first makes sunrise, Bright light awakening above their heads. No doubt, strangers do cheerfully advise Of the power in agriculture's bed. Rocks therein were by hands carefully laid With their messages for many generations' eyes. Is change better for days so sacred? A light piercing through my heart reveals flight In pure soul streams.
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