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Druids

 
The long day closes,  
safe with moth and fox,  
silent owl and timid badger.  
I wait the sun, paths tripped  
with roots as the soil shrinks,  
leaching in the drought.
 
If you believe in pixies do not go at night  
to tread those toad-stool circles  
that are of the Druids, ancient, long ago, ,  
unknowable, a past on which we build deep  
foundations, secure, an order we follow,  
did we but know the truth
 
No message left, Romans saw to that    
Stone circles stand proud today  
architecture tuned to nature,  
not cold as Cathedrals' Gothic pride,  
honest stone wrought from earth
not carved with maul and chisel.
Written by Kexby (john rickell)
Published | Edited 6th Feb 2017
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