The bus drives by with STONEHENGE emblazoned across it

No doubt some poor excuse for an exhibit

Put on by the enemy

Sorry I mean the Royal BC museum

Synonyms really

But at once I was on that hill again

The wind sweeping over it and the rolling hills all around

The sky was clouded over

Much as it is while I’m writing this

But our grey

This was more

Brown?

The clouds were dirty looking

Like mud already in the sky

Those stones stood

Wondering

Wondering

Coming to know we will never know

We do not think like they did

The world like it is

Will I ever stand in that spot again

Do my ancestors lead me there

That dream I had

The panic I brought back with me

Sitting up in the middle of the night with my pendant

Willing away whatever it was

Man

Time is wild

I could swear I was just there

Just exhausted by the day’s bus ride

And it was only a stop

Stonehenge

I wish I could sit among you and hear stories of peoples long gone

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