Eostra at the Rollright stones

LIGHT now can you see it
So much more clearly
Looking down
at Chipping in the valley
Dancing with its gown
the reckoning of time
By BEDE, a Dawn Goddess is she
Exuding joy and blessings
Clad in white oh yes she be

Spring its rung its bells
For me
And an almost equal night
And day and the stones are evidence
Of really why we pay
Homage to the king
And to his men
And to the crone
Who bade them stop
And just go back
Or she’d turn them all to stone.