A giants necklace
Rests,
Glowing serenely,
On the Mendip green.
This string of pearls
Scattered wide,
This chain of Rings,
Adornment for a Queen.
This line of jewels
Seen,
And yet not seen
On Somerset green.
These rounded furrows
Plough share this Barrow Plain,
These circular crowns
Worn down by centuries rain,
But still they golden glow,
Though broken in their row.
This ancient necklace still a beauteous thread
As these giants footprints
Plant forever their image
Inside my head.