We continue in the United Kingdom for our next destination.
Stonehenge is a Pre-Historic monument located in Wiltshire, England. One of the most famous sites in the world, Stonehenge is the remains of a ring of standing stones set within earthworks. It is in the middle of the most dense complex of Neolithic and Bronze Age monuments in England, including several hundred burial mounds.
There is an aura of mystery surrounding this structure and your imagination could play a key role in your poem as to its origin, reason for existence and its purpose as you see it. Write about these monolithic legos!
Phoenix Rising Poetry Guild 
Big rocks and small men
How did they
Move one with the other
More to the point,
Why try?
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Boggles the mind, it does.
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Why indeed!
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THE STONEHENGE CONSTRUCTION COMPANY
Their work
amazes me:
how could they cart them here
and align them all so smartly,
undressed?
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hmmmmm ….. the men or the stones 😉 . A question for the ages.
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July 3 – Stonehenge
Searching
The ancients
Wandering lost
Wondering why
Why were they here
Where did they originate
Who was responsible
For their existence
Who, that is, or what
Look to the Earth
Gaze into the sky
Something is there
But not sure just what
Life is a circle
Singing stones heal
Ground declared sacred
Build for the gods
A millennia invested
No questions answered
Stonehenge abandoned
The ancients still lost
© 2015 Earl Parsons
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Nicely done!
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Beautiful, Earl!
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The Night Shift
Midnight and the moon has lingered
low in the sky and the choir
of misty stones whose shadows
reveal
scurrying shapes with four tiny feet
and tails that twitch with excitement
Through all of the uncounted centuries
Long before someone decided to
arrange a circle of stones.
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Child’s Play
Alviva smiled sadly
watching baby Arleigh
stack his building blocks.
The time of giants
such as herself
was nearing the end.
Come baby,
it’s time to go.
He came, smiling,
leaving the blocks
standing up in a ring
some bridged across the top.
She smiled to herself.
What would those
little people think?
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What a great story! Giants indeed 🙂
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Cool story, Connie!
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[…] PHOENIX RISING JULY P.A.D. TRAVELOG – DESTINATION: STONEHENGE […]
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A poem inspired by a neat lil’ fact I found. 🙂
https://wordrustling.wordpress.com/2015/07/03/stonehenge/
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I love “soil gulps stones’.
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Thanks Walt for giving us a reason to brush up on some hisory.
http://rhymesw,ithbug.wordpress.com/2015/07/Stone
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Sorry. The previous link is not going to work – typo! Try this one.
http://rhymeswithbug.wordpress.com/2015/07/Stone
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Well, they say third times a charm. Sorry!
http://rhymeswithbug.wordpress.com/2015/07/Stone-Secrets
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Right, and they keep secrets well!
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Once a Year
Mid-summer solstice,
sun fired through stones,
painting structures in gold.
On this sacred ground
where numerous hunts
occurred, they gathered–
maidens in gossamer–
dancing through columns,
some playing flutes,
others singing soulful
tunes as they paid homage
to the honorable totems.
When daybreak dappled the skies,
diaphanous shawls draped
the stones; the maidens were gone.
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BUILDING BLOCKS
The design flow is fluid,
quite impressive, if you were a Druid.
Ancient civilization or
creative alien “invasion”?
A foundation in any situation,
but the materials are crude.
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