Circles

Circles

Dance a long dance at dawning
Dance a slow dance at end of day
Sing loudly together in the morning
Shout our names to the Sun as she goes away

These islands are littered with circles
Stone, earthen, timber , large and small
Little stones hidden in moorland heather
Megalith giants standing tall

We are the people of the circles
We are the people of the dawn
You will never understand us
Your link to your ancestors is torn

Dance a long dance at dawning
Dance a slow dance at end of day
Sing loudly together in the morning
Shout our names to the Sun as she goes away

Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond

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6 thoughts on “Circles

    1. Yes, I suppose that it is sad that we do not know much about our prehistoric ancestors. I wasn’t thinking of it as sad when I wrote the poem –I had spent the afternoon looking for the dwelling remains that are supposed to be near Porlock Stone circle. When I found one in the heather, I stood there, trying to imagine how the valley had looked 5000 years ago and what the people had believed……

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      1. I was thinking it is sad how we have lost touch with the land. Maybe it’s a false impression but I always feel our ancestors had a deeper empathy with nature and were more rooted in the landscape. The constant changes; days, months, seasons, must have awed them in a way we barely notice now. I like to stand like that, touching a stone in a prehistoric monument, wondering who else has touched that same stone through the ages.

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