Stonehenge

I gazed upon Stonehenge as I stood
On the wind-swept Salisbury Plain.
The dim past was close at hand;
The land spoke to those who would hear.

There was wheat-stubble smoke,
and the sun burned red
On the wind-swept Salisbury Plain.
Earth, sun,
Wind and smoke,
Drawn together where mind touches stone.
The golden wheat joined in the chorus
And chanted with me,
"Our fathers lifted their heads here."

- Charles Kinnaird



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