Lincoln
Hills Astronomy Group
Poems by Jim Fulcomer
Celebrate the Solstice II
The believers, who, by night come by, to catch the orb
in early sky,
as rise he must twixt blocks of stone, and perch a while on one
alone
set by the wise ones on that plain, whose reasoning we can't
explain.
But they knew then that that quick night, would mark the onset
of long light.
In a world that marked no time, and superstition ruled, sublime,
for those in power could foretell, and hold the people in their
spell.
Four thousand years have come and gone, and still the triathlons
live on,
to mock the efforts of those few, who seek to solve the ambigu-
ities in Salisbury, there in a field, whose secrets, with
reluctance, yield.
No Rosetta Stone exists, to help the archaeologists,
explain the mysteries that stand, in mute and mighty silence,
grand.
Those of Wicca, or the Earth, can celebrate with pagan mirth,
let fears and troubles sublimate, encourage rapture, suppress
hate.
When Cygnus flies in that brief night, no cruel storms and winds
aright.
Summer now arrived at last, the Henge denotes that Spring has
passed.
So other stone around our sphere, subscribe the passing of each
year.
Amazing insights flourished then, by those who watched and noted
when,
The sun and stars, could tell in part, what Mother Nature knew
by heart...