These standing stones, these monoliths, that we all admire,
Were dragged here many moons ago, to marvel at, inspire.
The mystery of their provenance is hard to entertain,
But there they are, defiant, proud, on this vast and open plain.
Some monoliths lie two abreast, some just simply stand,
As if they were just scattered by some vast and cosmic hand.
The architect of this grand design knew of the effect,
That viewing these stones from miles around would have on heart and intellect.