On the great sweep
of the Wiltshire downs
It could have fit in the palm
Of my hand, little Stonehenge,
Perfect geometry rising from the ground.
This temple to astronomy and ancient gods
Was the work of stone-age man
Who mapped the path of moon and sun,
Sweated blood over sarsen stones
And carved the lintels tongue and groove.
Amidst burial mounds cattle graze
In the wind, oblivious to trilithon
Archways to the planets, blind
To the mystery of blue stones
From the Preseli Mountains in Wales.
What do cattle know of the slaughter stone,
Ashes and bones in the Aubrey holes
Gone now in the cleansing, slanting rain?
From the River Avon cave people marched
Over the downs and
Into the circle of stones.
Today they speak
When grass hums in the wind.
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Sherry Hanson has published hundreds of articles in magazines,
newspapers, newsletters, and on line publications, as well as a
short story and almost seventy poems. She has earned seventy-two
awards her fiction, nonfiction and poetry, including the first Council
on National Literatures Poetry Award, in 1996, and the same award
in 2001. She was a Writer's Digest Poetry Competition Finalist five
times in 1999, 2000, 2001 and two awards in 2003. Her reading performances
include the University of Southern Maine, the Potpourri Annual Awards
Ceremony in Kansas City, Brunswick Area Arts and Cultural Alliance,
Lincoln Arts Festival in Boothbay Harbor and Maine Media Women.
She was the featured reader at Local 188 in Longfellow Square, Portland
in October, 2003. Sherry teaches others how to get published through
University of Maine System Continuing Education Program and various
community Adult Education curricula.
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