The Words in the Stones

Proudly, in circle, they stand tall,
Aveb’ry, a Pagan’s hallowed hall.
For all my wrongs I will atone,
When in their midst, I’m not alone.

I feel their strength, absorb their power,
High above me Ancients tower.
Sanctuary of standing stone,
When in their midst, I’m not alone.

My age of youth has gone with time,
The magic still has flow and rhyme.
I learn with them the way of Crone,
When in their midst, I’m not alone.

Proudly, in circle, they stand tall,
When in their midst, I’m not alone.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.