Went to Prezzo last night with visiting friends Sally (Weblet) and Kayleigh Potts before they go back
home to NZ.
I must make a new rule to only have ice cream for dessert when Out-Out.
Had a dreadful allergic reaction to the salted caramel dessert.
Stomach puffed out to near explosion, then all night sweating like I was
under a shower. Hair soaked, pillow and duvet drenched. Got up and put my dressing gown
on to soak it up. Shattered this morning but calmed down.
Took a Cimetidine before I went to bed, God knows how bad it would have
been if I had not. Will do me good to just sit today.
All Hail the Stones
All Hail the stones, that’s what I like to say
Whenever a journey takes me along that way
The Neolithic site has such magnetism
The difference in theories a mighty chasm
Standing there more than five thousand years
Each time I see them my eyes prick with tears
Where lies a more impressive prehistoric site
Who died in the building and what of their plight
Mystery shadows the move of the Sarsen stones
Surely not for a graveyard to fill with bones
Architecture introducing tongue and groove
The mortise and tenon theory they also prove
Maybe brought there by barge facing rude waves
That jaw dropping feat brought about using slaves
Rolled into place on stakes by a servile hoard
What methods to raise them then were explored
Ropes, A-frames, massive counter balance weight
Oh to have seen these giants hoiked up straight
Long ago lost in endless time the reason why for
No expert historian sounds entirely sure
What was the idea or purpose or why on earth
Blood spilled in construction must have worth
As a coronation place for ancient tribal kings
To worship stars or primitive idols with wings
Now the most popular modern interpretation
Why the stones were brought to this destination
Most generally accepted as a place of worship
Thought up by an ancient entrepreneurship
Pre history astronomers with the solstice aligned
Stones mystically to capture each equinox designed
Circle within circle around a central pagan altar
First computer worked out in a priest’s secret Psalter
Predicting eclipses or for magnetic healing
Strange affairs beneath a star studded ceiling
When the last lintel slotted in to its position
A sacrifice made of blood curdling precision
Did bare feet feel the tremor of an earthquake
A religious healer raises a cross or a snake
Like pushing a plug into electrical wall socket
A button pressed for firing an intergalactic rocket
I favour the romance and wide screen type drama
Stonehenge forever blessing England
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