Mystic Stone Circle

tall solid majestic stones

standing dark against the sky

silent lonely cold and ancient

revealing history to the eye

these old columns of stones

full of intrigue and wonder

rituals performed through years

are now left here to plunder

with these lonely textured stones

have changed through the seasons

eerie, old and formidable

using this place for good reasons

winter or summer equinox

watching the sun light up the morn

holy men performing their rituals

head dresses and icons adorn

sun rays stream across the stones

thus creating long dark shadows

through these tall majestic stones

surrounded with by green meadows

nowadays these weather worn stones

that have stood the test of many years

lay slightly discarded through decay

yet always inspire, and can stir the tears.

© Lissie`s poems 2024