A Stone Poem
by Ken Bearman
Of rock, hewn warriors
What battles have you seen?
The lichen covers scars
Which once had never been.
Crag faced, weather wrought,
From mighty stones you were;
Now a pale reflection,
Standing, quiet, demure.
A scorched spot tells the story
Of rituals you have seen,
Powerful conductors
May you bright and blessed be.
© Ken J. Bearman 1995ce