P.s. This poem was inspired by one of my visits to Silbury Hill. Psychicmaster wrote: Trudging in Autumnal heat to visualise ancestor's feat,
of engineering, they knew how,
I wonder why, don't know right now,
The "Busy people" Ancient folk
knew how to toil, their Gods, their yolk,
but they were free in many ways,
than we, the slaves of debt and broke,
I capture pictures in the box, to paw, enhance, rotate, the lot
But when I see pixels abound, I know I travelled sacred grounds,
for their Gods call through nature's stone, I will return, never alone.
Jonathan Sansome
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