Megalithic Poems

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Ayup Littlestone

Haven't really been following this thread & frankly can't be arsed to wade through it (!!!!) but I assume you've got Jane's from her profile page? Just in case, here it is (apologies if you've already got it):

Big old rocks I find appealling
Their secrets they are not revealing
Some are chambers, some are tombs
Hidden in valleys and in combes
Some are said to act like clocks
With shadows cast out from their rocks
I like the way they just survive
When I visit, I feel alive
So I chase my rocks around the maps
Round England, Ireland and France, perhaps
But there ain't nothin' that I liked so much
As to see the Hunebedden, dem is Dutch.

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Moth

Yep, thanks Moth (I do have that one of Jane's).

Also have a rather lovely poem by a certain 'Swift' (which appeared elsewhere on TMA some time ago but which I think now needs reposting again here (permission to post milord ;-)

A knackering week, and I'm off now to that dark and silent gate called sleep. But with a line from Jane's poem still tinkling in my mind I'll leave you with the following little bit of Latin...

<i>horas non numero nisi serenas</i>

'I do not count the hours unless they are bright' (those words and wit being sometimes found on old sundials - as well as being etched deeply into the hearts of old optimists everywhere :-)

Sleep well.