Stonehenge
Eerie beauty and mystery
Permeate gray stones
Forming a temple,
An observatory, a timepiece
For Britain's earliest arrivals
Who left ancestors buried
In pagan mounds awaiting
The Anglican God.
By moonlight the Druids,
Wandering the grounds
Once their domain,
Performed ceremonial rites
Not revealed by the ages.
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