Bury reporter, Lesley Downing, shares this poem having being inspired by a recent visit to Stonehenge:
Starlings and Giants
Starlings nest at Stonehenge,
Tucked in corners, between sarsen and lintel.
They soar overhead, scuttle in the grass
Round the feet of the five thousand year old stones.
They took a thousand years to lift and set in place.
Generations of neoliths
Digging, pulling, pushing, straining,
Sweating, hauling, standing, looking.
Great grey monoliths.
Skirted by coarse grass, daisies winking.
Four thousand years later, we stand and gape.
Strength and beauty. Unique in this world.
A testimony to shared purpose and faith.
Faith in Gods, faith in themselves, faith in their future.
Where is our shared purpose, where is our faith?
For two hundred years we have plundered this earth.
To build structures for our stuff –
Mammoths of steel and glass
Rivers of concrete circling, circling.
All for our ease, all for our need
To have it all now, this moment, this instant.
And the starlings live their brief lives among giants.
Giants that stand and witness what we do.
Will these stones stand for a thousand more years?
Will the starlings survive for a hundred more years?