Caught in a time warp
On a march through history
Imprinted on a hill
In midst of an unending walk
stands quite still
The white giant
Leaning on walking staves
Outlined against shades
Of patchwork green
Searching for a village, clan or sheep,
No longer seen.
Through wars and peace,
Winter’s bite and summer’s song.
Still presiding over fortunes lost and won
At such dreadful cost to mortal man.
An empty face looks out
to living skies
constantly changing
While feet are firmly set
for ceaseless march
Tracing a pre historic path
Now hidden by scarp and grass.
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I love poems like this that show the timelessness and mystery of history compared to our little lives!
Thank you, Michael.
Love the rythmn in the poem. To me telling a story of a ceaseless search. Through ever changing seasons. People have come and gone but the Chalk Giant walks on evermore.
Thank you for sharing it.
Thank you Roger