Out here in Oxfordshire
\nThe skies are big
\nNear Uffington Castle
\nNear Ashbury
\nA neolithic long barrow
\nOf sarsen stones
\nInterestingly
\nClose to The Ridgeway
\nIn wooded green
\nWhere paths and copses
\nSet the scene<\/p>\n
A son of the great god giant
\nHe
\nWorking the metal constantly
\nA smithy held in high repute
\nAn apprentice to the dwarves to boot
\nThe saxon bards I have heard say
\nWould tell their stories
\nAnd walk this way
\nNear white horse hill
\nWhere beeches stroll
\nWhere light paths swoop
\nAnd the place has soul<\/p>\n
You can feel the history
\nEverywhere
\nIts a lonely spot
\nWhere elves do share
\nThe auric vale of greenery
\nBeyond where phantoms walk for free
\nYou have to walk
\nTheres no place to park
\nAnd its a bit weird there
\nAfter dark<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Out here in Oxfordshire The skies are big Near Uffington Castle Near Ashbury A neolithic long barrow Of sarsen stones Interestingly Close to The Ridgeway In wooded green Where paths and copses Set the scene A son of the great … Continue reading