Today I see the purple heads of divine
inhabited mountain tops sunlit in full glory,
wind chasing the white grey clouds
like sheep across the land
Surrounded by a giant ring of majestic
mountain kings, each holding its own
a wonder all alone, uncountable stories known.
As I sit quietly within another smaller ring
I do not wonder why, I just look to the sky.
A ring within a ring all magic encompassed here in.
The ancients knew these things so formed Castlerigg Circle,
sculpture still standing. I am enveloped by its aura.
Revised on 27/05/11 - included in the # Poem Daily that same day.
with grateful thanks - The # Poem Daily