I figgered I'd toss another one into the ring. It's in the holiday class spirit, still shooting fer 50. Sho-nuff quiet in here. I penned this to a picture, but now can't find the link. Hope it makes sense without the photo. M
Stonehenge, Winter Solstice
Bejeweled in hoar, dried stalks of yarrow stand forlorn, like plainsmen from a far flung zone whose duty is to guard the circle stones as pilgrim troupes arrive from distant lands.
One band of faithful, several hundred strong, have made their camp, a village of a sort, beyond the bounds. Their children join in sports while men-folk meet, debating rights and wrongs.
When daylight pales the eastern starless skies, a mellow chant implores indulgent gods and every living saint to turn this sod back into fertile ground lest all must die.
The daystar casts its rays across the plains; devotees note their quest is not in vain.
Original Bejeweled in hoar, dried stalks of yarrow stand forlorn, like plainsmen from a far flung zone who guard the mystic ring of circle stones and watch as pilgrims come from distant lands.
One group of faithful, several hundred strong, have made their camp, a village of a sort, not far away. Their children play at sports while men-folk meet, debating right and wrong.
When daylight pales the eastern starless sky, a mellow chanting starts, imploring gods and every living saint to turn these sods back into fertile ground lest all must die.
The daystar casts its rays across the plain; observers note their chants are not in vain.
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