The plane ride
Took its toll;
I slept the first day

But my 16 year-old eyes
Awoke as we traveled
Past the monument

Stonehenge loomed'
I could feel
The power
Coursing through
Those ancient rocks
Calling me to them

It was roped off.
A fine for those who crossed.

I laughed in the
Strange green meadow
The druids once chanted in
And bought the candy
Rock souvenir'¦

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