I though it was about time for a new thread and since the general protocol seems to be to start with poetry, how about this:
"Just over the next rise underneath sleepy skies,
Out of the dense, thick fog wrapped about them,
Appear the silent foot solders.
Protecting their fallen comrades, they stand in a circle unbroken.
Statue still in varied shades of battle grey.
Arms around shoulders, all intently watching their leader --
Unseen paces ahead -- they stand frozen in time.
Uniform heights, some stocky with bulging biceps;
yet others sport pock-marked limbs in slings
Of wounds suffered in the heat of battle.
Crew cuts as all good warriors do, unfeeling of their crushing load.
Uncounted millennia have passed, and none are stooped from age.
Of what remains of the Stonehenge soldiers, fighting to defend
Their nearby homes in Salisbury and Boscombe Down."
Barbara Cape Findlay, "Stonehenge Soldiers"
