
Machrie Moor Standing Stones. (Isle of Arran) Following the shadow of a standing stone, we came to three others, and so it went on across Mochrie Moor. Circle upon circle, stone beside stone. We looked to the hills, we looked to the Firth, tried to find answers in each cleft and tide. Finding none, we were glad, and went on our way, taking our shadows home. Derek Ross





I love this poem, a celebration of not-knowing!!
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Unusual stones aren’t they? And beautiful words to accompany the photos.
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