The Pillars

Cloud and smoke obscure the shape

Of an unfamiliar place

The child's mind tries to find

Some way to excite the space

A mystery history of a land far away

Unknown to even adults

Inspires the mind of a young little lad

To approach his mind and consult

But in that field of pillars and grass

There I saw a ghastly sight

Between the stones that may be graves

A figure of awful fright

The site collapsed and left us dust

As my child mind was still

The figure arose, a ghost in the mist

As tourists made for the hills

At but seven years old, I was dreaming of fate

Imagining what could be

But to this day, I fear my stay

At Stonehenge will cost more than the fee