Dolmen Past, Present, Future

I had a walk round La Pulente yesterday, and then up to the to to visit La Sergente Dolmen. It has been some time since I was there, and I first went there as a young lad. It struck me that it might be interesting to look at time through the lens of the dolmen being built, and the ages which came after, and my own death one day and that inspired this poem.

Dolmen Past, Present, Future

I see the stone laid upon the stone
Building the beehive shape of rock
Inside interred the ancestor’s bone
While high above the gulls do flock

I see the stone laid upon the stone
The seasons come, the seasons go
And around in soil the seed is sown
And in due time, the crops will grow

I see the stone laid upon the stone
Shadows come, and darkness falls
And all is dust, of this I have known
So all that remains are broken walls

I see the stone laid upon the stone
And in the wind, my soul has flown