Neolithic farmer

Blick the Neolithic farmer
Came about just years ago
On Salisbury plain
walked in the rain
Singing madrigals as some know
Dropping coins and burying pieces
In and around the place where he
Grew his turnips and tomatoes
Near the settlements earnestly

The great sarsons dragged and measured
Many serfs muscles a light
Help to drag the stones in glory
To the greatest stonehenge site
On the green moors many a story
Has been told that’s what we hear
The Henge attracts the sun and moon
And Blicks young wife was often here

His farming days were full on pleasure
He loved her with his frantic might
She loved the turnips that he grated
Into wheat grains every night
Behold the ravens on the season
Came to caw to make believe
All those years ago the relics
Buried there would soon achieve

Much until the blick mead project
A vast tunnel around the site
The road to Devon via heaven
Where the celestial bodies bright
Sent their rays into the mirrors
Attracting light beams everywhere
Blick the farmer just felt calmer
With his wife their life to share.