High in the cool breeze
under the Burren Forest
I lie, waiting
as millennia pass
We travelled west in wonder
seeking the suns setting bed
till we came to the ocean,
but the waters were too wide
We came back here,
settled high in the cool breeze,
comfortable safe
among these giant boulder-stones
They are my aged familiars
I shelter between them
resting quietly, awaiting
till one day you know my story
We raised up these boulders
these interloping erratics
we turned and inclined them, we propped
chosen ones to the suns rise
We marked and scored them
grooved and carved them
burned and split them
Our marks are still upon them
Learn what they say
of our lives, our deaths
Learn of our ways
between these walls
Our stories are there
Ever evident
eager to be found
Look close look
I rest here still,
calling for five millennia
to those who want to
find me, to know me
High in the cool breeze
under the Burren Forest
you will find me
Waiting for you
Ken Ramsey
Photo of the Calfhouse dolmen from Bards from the Woods