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These stories, of stones That move in the night, That go walkabout In dawns first light, May seem untrue With computers new That plot the path of each insight. Printed circuit and microchip May work at phenomenal rate, But these Grey Objects, Of ancient date, Were placed precise by man Before the need of twitching counters Closed the magic gate. This barrier, stealthy creeps To blanket thoughts of man, To prise him from his ordained line. To frustrate the well laid plan That being born from Woman Return to ash and dust, Live in harmony with Nature. Live with, Mother Earth in trust. I know one day my soothing voice Will calm the fearsome mink, I expect very soon the midnight sky To turn to shocking pink. I hope one day to see these Giants Stroll down to the river to drink, And hopefully, one day, I'll find That elusive missing link. Travelling west from Garynahine On narrow undulating way, Rain wiped clear in double arc, Sidc view blinkered by clouds of grey, Rising over incline, slowing at the leap, To gasp at sight of straggling warriors On the hill side steep. These soldiers, standing straight, attention. Resting after manouvers grand, Regroup around their stately general. Reform as like a marching band, A straight line curving in to cartwheel, Banner raised as hub at centre. Outliers, in obedience, kneel. Onlookers, quiet, stand and stare, No sound to release the spell, As distant rolling breakers Pay homage with their white horse swell. The soldiers. steadfast at their post. Relaxed within their armour. Are now a sleeping, saintly. host. NB 213330 |