Coldrum Stones
Be not appalled
As the children
Slip and slide down
The stones enthralled.
Men hauled the stones
In ancient times.
They built the mound,
Funeral domes.
But now the hill
With token-strewn
Tree, is a play
Ground and not still.
No reverence,
But an awesome
Place to sit and
Stare in silence.
Dave Urmston c 2016
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