
Through the mists, the storms, the turbulence of time
They have stood
Mysterious relics of a bygone age
Backbone, support and strength
For themselves and others
Created by ancient hands
As a message perhaps
For hope
Togetherness
Connectedness
Solitude and Solace
Celebration of Solstice
And an offering of the land
From the land
To the land
Hands and minds long gone
Stories long forgotten
Legends created and rewritten
But the megaliths still stand
And with them
Perhaps
Their message of hope
For a future
Long forgotten to them
And their creators


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