Stone
Monument
Stonehenge loomed—
Power
Coursed through
Those ancient rocks
Calling me
Daring me
It
was roped off—
A fine for those
who crossed.
I laughed in the
Strange green
meadow
The druids once
chanted in
Closing my eyes, I
Danced through
Grass and meadow
Fluttering in the skirts
of Celtic ancestors
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