The Roll Rights stone circle
it enlivens one’s soul
Perched on a hilltop
its distinct role
orderliness harmony
what our eyes see
is what the Neolithic
Took in actually.
an array of the weathered stones
in a field
surrounded by trees
that time had concealed
a grove
a charmed circle
Its energy high
an all embracing blanket
of warmth
from on high
the lichens
had likened
the stone faces, they
had perched there forever
and eaten away
time a great sense
perpetuity
get those robes on
and tune in
to our plea
the ancestral fervour
the eternal space
the roar of the wind
that feels feirce and
Gods grace
grapples and hereafter
helps us to feel
the true historicity
grippingly real
the Cotswold Order
enduring it be
maintained and explained
by just feeling free
soaking up sights
tasting the air
undeviating and wanting to care
oxfordshire pitches
its history, we
step through a portal
and rapidly be
soaked in the hills
the moles at our feet
the ringing of farmland
and Chipping Complete
Roll Rights
the legends
the stories of old
no matter our thinking
us Druids are sold.
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Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.