Grazing near Stonehenge

You cannot not be moved
Whilst grazing close to those tall stones
Stone henge gets us going
We feel it in our bones
It kind of comes up through the ground
The passion of it all
The psychology and the temperament
Its like an eternal call

Tempered by the icy wind that carves
Its way across
It gets into our faces
And we are at a loss
Those feelings from ancestors
Who grazed these plains before
The relish and the gusto
You just cannot ignore

And really spontaneity
The impressions that we get
That magnetism in our souls
Which is why we are set
The grass and wilder plants here
Are remarkably sweet
Crammed into this area
We feel it through our feet

Some imagine we are dense
And lifeless
But let me explain
Although we feed up here for hours
We also feel the strain
We have a sensitivity
We are tender through and through
This cold wind it plays havoc
With what we need to do

Spirited and mobile
But suffering as well
The spirit we are feeling it
And we just had to tell
You it is good to graze here
We are intoxicated here
Animated by it all
Although the wind is sheer

Its cuts into our marrow
It tears into our soul
And as the darkness falls on us
We understand our role
Quietly we continue
And sometimes look to see
To hear your incantations
And sensitivity