MY STONEHENGE

Come sit a spell

We’ll light it up

See wryly spirts appear

Roast some dogs

Maby some mellows

There’s magic in the sphere

And here they come

Outst’ the forest

Ancients from throughout the years

And curious wildlife creep out to injoin

Our wiley human brunch and beer

A gaithers garner  

An unlikely bunch

Gathered round our henge

To celebrate unscrupulous beings

Cheers to Mother Earth.

tom tenbrunsel

Poet Laureate of Lore