New Hampshire Stone Circle
Lifted from frankness,
Trails away the road,
Past stumps, and rock,
The shapes of past thoughts.
Slept I did, soundly,
Before the stones,
Blocked my path,
That eldritch night.
Stones in a circle,
Or nearly,
But perfect in fit,
Forgotten truth.
The moon unseen,
In tune with the stones,
Forgot to shine,
New it was, too long.
Hovering in the darkness,
Over the halo of stone,
A deeper darkness,
Then the brightness of light.
Orbs hover in that abyss,
A place to bury memories,
Or forgotten tosses,
Of sleepless nights.
And sleepless then I was,
And am now,
My gaze forever lost,
In that inky chasm.
Trails away the road,
Past stumps, and rock,
The shapes of past thoughts.
Slept I did, soundly,
Before the stones,
Blocked my path,
That eldritch night.
Stones in a circle,
Or nearly,
But perfect in fit,
Forgotten truth.
The moon unseen,
In tune with the stones,
Forgot to shine,
New it was, too long.
Hovering in the darkness,
Over the halo of stone,
A deeper darkness,
Then the brightness of light.
Orbs hover in that abyss,
A place to bury memories,
Or forgotten tosses,
Of sleepless nights.
And sleepless then I was,
And am now,
My gaze forever lost,
In that inky chasm.
-- Ron St. Pierre
America's Stonehenge is an archaeological site consisting of a
number of large rocks and stone structures scattered around roughly 30
acres (120,000 m2) within the town of Salem, New Hampshire
in the northeast United States.
The site was first dubbed Mystery Hill by William Goodwin, an insurance executive who purchased the area in 1937. This was the official name of the site until 1982, when it was renamed "America's Stonehenge", a term coined in a news article in the early 1960s, in an effort to separate it from roadside oddity sites and reinforce the idea that it is an ancient archaeological site.
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