Stone Circles At Castlerigg

Silent the weathered stones in circles stand Where, side by side, their ancient spirits sleep. Sentinels that harsh time’s ravages withstand And through long centuries their secrets keep. With reverence and unknown purpose placed By folk who discerned spirits in those stones Though we, with poor imagination graced, See pagan alters, sacrifice and thrones. Monoliths that in timeless vigil wait, Moss cloaked, erected in long ages past The return of faded cultures await, And oft their shadows in warm sunlight cast As those age old spirits in darkness sleep Mysteries in unbroken silence keep. Checked with Howmanysyllables.com Barry Stebbings 11/26/18