At the Rollrights Always listen

to the coming of the dawn

to the muses  heard at twilight

far away towards the corn

listen to the grove of trees that

silently proclaim

stand beside the glorious Elder

of Long Compton fame

the Kings men

were exhausted as they reached

the steepest part

they lay getting their

breath back

all of stoutish heart

the diminutive

a crone in rags did cry

this hill is mine the lot of you

so leave now or you shall die









About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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