Mysteriously, before sunrise, when records were not kept
some prehistoric Britons worked the earth, while others slept
Eight Thousand years before our Christ, they worships Sun and Moon
With Stars to stare at in the night, and Springtime coming soon.
The Plain was chalky grassland almost clear from forest trees
An Open Space to farm in and to worship on your knees.
Five thousand years went by and then a greater task began
To circle with a mound and pit and Neolithic man.
Some giant pits to pile the dead, cremated all around
And into all those Aubrey Holes were buried underground.
The Greatest task began around Four Thousand years ago
To bring together Great Blue Stones and make Circle glow.
The Blue stones came from Wales, we think, along the Avon River
In boats perhaps, or on the ice, slaves push while leaders shiver.
But huge great stones were close at hand, in Avebury, I’ve seen
and these colossal Sarsen Stones, the largest severed clean.
Thirty Tons, some twenty-five, were pushed and pulled with rope
And hoisted in position with an A Frame, ditch and slope.
The Lintels were the masterpiece, to hoist them up and plot
With mortice holes and carved stone bumps to fit them in the slot.
The innovations from the home, from wood to massive stone
And all communication done without a single mobile phone!