|Under bright breezy blues and with galloping force
On an Oxfordshire hillside flies a great bright white horse
Embossed by the ancients, their chalky design
Marks their piece of England with tribal emblem equine
Follow the Ridgeway to see the white scar
Looming on the horizon, partly seen from afar
But to view it completely you must be airborne
In a plane or in spirit, above fields of corn
But why did they carve it on Oxfordshire's roof
As easy to track as the print of a hoof?
It seems odd that to see it you must be aerial
Until you consider that once was sky burial
So for those who have died and whos spirits still fly
Perhaps its a reminder of life from the sky?
Or if you believed in the stars, moon and sun
Maybe its a prayer to the heavens to run?
Cut deep in the hillside gashed into the chalk
what if its a place to powwow and talk...
...to thank lost-gods for the bounty of earth
for the mystery of death and the beauty of birth?
And even today the horse draws the crowds
To wonder and marvel under low flying clouds
Whatever the season, autumnal or vernal
The white horse is on course for a gallop eternal
Posted by Jane
11th April 2003ce
Edited 11th April 2003ce