|Thanks to Pure Joy's post (below) we didn't miss the little wooden sign at the side of the road and easily found this little piece of prehistoric loveliness.
'We're big and cute and white, white, white!' the stones scream at you as the massive pillars of sugar dance intimately at the edge of a field. Just above their angular footprints I noticed that a wide strip through the bottom quarter of each stone (at the same height on each stone) seemed pinker than the rest - modern environmental conditions or deliberate ancient artistry?... I couldn't tell. But it was very pretty nevertheless as the stones glittered with Hollywood glamour in the bright spring sunshine. Glencullen eight times over...
I only had 10 minutes here
which was a real pity
The sun was out, the sky was blue
And the grass was not cow-shitty
I would have liked to think of stars
with which they were aligning
In the sparkling sun I saw the stars
In their surfaces a-shining
I would have liked to sit and stare
Till the stones gave me snowblindness
But I had to leave so I just bowed
And thanked them for their kindness
Posted by Jane
10th April 2003ce