Stones of Avebury

Here, among the stones of Avebury,
Where the old ones built solid dreams,
And we can walk in wonder,
And guess at what these signs may mean.

Here in the paths of the ancients,
We follow where generations led.
Enacting long forgotten rituals,
For gods whose very names are dead.

Silently they talk
Of what they've seen across the years.
Among them we still walk
We flicker 'cross the centuries.

Not one millennium, but five,
Have passed since this temple was new,
Built not by aliens or giants,
Built by people just like me and you.