Ancient dignity,

lying asleep on soft, downy grass,

Stories,

told by blazing campfires,

and hot, burning coals,

Silent grit and determination,

hidden in grains of Time,

grey asphalt and granite,

Silent strength,

buzzing through cold air,

old war horse,

puzzled, amused,

mouth twitching in a smile,

as children run rings around it,

giggling with all their childish innocence,

and families use the stones for picnic tables.

--By Yue Lin, 'Castlerigg Stone Circle'.

Yet another poem from England, written by Castlerig Stone Circle.

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