In and around the rollright stones

The skyscape is hard not to look at today
The rich colouration is there on this May
Morning, its Sunday
There’s a ritual today
For Beltaine and I am here
Early to pay

My respect to the mother
And her natural ways
I sit near the East Portal
It seems that the rays
Of then now are warming me
A shaded spot
Where the rich golden dandelions
Have gone to pot
Wisps of fine thread hold their seed
Whilst they wait
For the synchronised breath
To help them re create

New family members all with golden strains
That can fly to new pastures
For realized gains
Close by on the wood apron
A shot of blue
The rich lapis lazuli almost purple hue
Of the bluebells
That dance in the quiet of the wood
Warmer winters and wet summers
For them feel so good

The light here is beautiful
Sitting alone
Just with bird song and bee hum
It is a wild zone
Its what we cant see maybe
But what sees me
The ethereal spirits the fae
Delicately
Play in the misty escapes
For they know
I will not harm
Their imaginary flow
Their harmony clearly fulfilled
In the way
That Brimfuls of pollen and nectar
Display

Looking out to the South
Over Chipping I see
The rape, can’t abide the stuff
But easily
Recognizable these days
An alien trend
Sold by farm shops
But our bountiful friend
Rosy cheeked farm hands
Promise us all
Their glorious bounty
From the new school

We slept as the fruit trees
Came down long ago
The markets want imported
Braeburns, and to grow
Our local species
These days most are ruled
By the government subsidies
From the well schooled

Its best on your salads
From goodness knows where
On your mange tout from Africa
The world wants to share
Its bounty in superstores
Who wants to buy？fresh
Old varietal apples to try

When they all look the same
Perfection guaranteed
Been in chilled transport
In store you can read
From washington state
Or from Canada they
Have a much better margin
And are liked anyway

Back at my feet the speedwell and clover
The daisies those stars
As we walk over bed down and release
Dandelions in the air
Softly they swoon their bounty to share
Its a great place to be
Close your eyes drift away
Back in time where the king and his soldiers did lay
Where the witches from Compton
Just down the lane
Were preparing to meet up
And share a refrain

The rollright stones
Are a great place to be
I am a member so I come in free
But its only a pound
To just go back in time
With Long Compton nearby
And a possible rhyme

For an hour or more I was completely alone
But it gave me a chance to meet up with the locals
From the wild zone my true friends x