As I walk the meadow
I see I feel I sense
As I walk the meadow
Long green grass stroke my legs
Blowing in a breeze
As tiny blue flowers decorate the path
Coloured ribbons hang down from the trees
Put there a long time ago
As I walk the meadow
Black and white cows chomp and chew the cud
Stop and stare
I draw closer
I feel the power
I sense the magic
As I walk the meadow light starts to change
Across the sky shoots amber and golds
The shining and colour build and develops
I sense the magic
I feel the power
The stones,
They circle they empower they thrill
Different sizes
Height and shapes
The stones
They circle they empower they thrill
One stands tall and proud
The one where magic and spells are embraced
Once said the Magician turned her to stone
She stands tall
Away from the circle of her daughters
Tall and proud she stands
Long Meg
She stands alone.
I recently visited this site Long Meg and her Daughters in Cumbria with my family. It's the second biggest circle of stones in the country. Local legend claims Long Meg was a witch who with her daughters was turned to stone for profaning the Sabbath. It's a site these days that people still visit for their own magical beliefs and interests and it must be said when we went at sun set with the lowering light there definitely felt like a certain amount of magic in the air.
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