Stone henge.

Stone henge.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

As I wandered
the glens of time
I found rolling stones
gather no moss,
sticks and stones
do break
men's bones,
as little old witches
living in glass houses
with no rum to speak of,
still warm the soul
as Pagans gather outside
collecting large stones.

© 2021 andrew mitchell


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Hehehe! As long as you are not stoned sir Mitchell...You are on something. It seems to me all the ancients were fascinated by stones and large structures. Nowadays, we are fascinated by liars and billionaires. Where are the witches when you need them?


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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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