Since the dawn of time here I have stood,
awakened only by the rays of the sun,
I have seen the birth of great nations,
I have seen their blood shed upon my stones,
Alpha Omega and then they are gone,
returning in years to start where they fell,
They are my people and I am their stones,
shared only with earth mother herself.

So many years have come and gone,
each of the namings I remember so well,
What of my people and what of their ways,
how can you forget me and your past,
I am left here alone to shadow this plain,
Feel me, know me, remember what I was,
how can you forget the lives we have shared,
just my people and me standing under the gods.

Break out of today and polish that sword,
take pride in our ways and pay tribute in ritual,
leave here a remnant that will stand through time,
many have tried to erase what you were,
from the Romans to the beasts of the wild,
known by many names in the past you were,
but your ways were always your legacy.

And all this time I stood here proudly,
knowing one day that you would return,
My brothers my sisters my keepers,
return to me and your homelands,
protect what is yours and your dead's,
Hold high the swords of our fathers,
garnish them only for the respect of what was.

- The Stones -

Wil Hatfield (Aisling Og)

_{OBOD Bardic Gift 1997  http://www.druidry.org/obod/lore/stones.html
Included in OBOD Magickal Journey 1998 http://www.druidry.org/oldindex.shtml}