Carvings and Stones
Ancient Welsh countryside
Standing proud like ancient warriors
The carved wooden statues don’t move in
the ever increasing breeze,
As the rolling Welsh hills look over us, nestled in the valley below.
What ancient people have been here before us
Working their way across fields and mountains until they find their prize.
Welsh blue stone, hard strong and unyielding,
Older than all of us they have been waiting silently for them;
These rugged people, weather beaten and hard as stone too
Will transport these stones to a place
Where magic will happen and people will gather
In summer and winter they will watch these folk celebrate the passing of time and seasons with each rising sun.
The journey begins now, to this place of great mystery
A circle of stones as isolated in their majesty
As the windswept plains they stand on.
Permanence in these wooden carvings
Like the stones of the henge
Where life wraps around them,
from birth to the end.
About the Creator
Sarah Fiander Harrison
A lover of animals, humans and our magnificent world. A heart bypass warrior, a mother, a wife, a poet!
A singer of songs, lover of life, so many things inspire my poetry. A Christian, I'm not religious, but I have great Faith in Our Lord.
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filled with talent