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Poetry The Stone People by Margaret Whyte (Mam)

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The Stone People

We are the people and we are the stones

The greater the stones, the higher we stand

We are the stones, our feet in the earth

And under the earth and over the ground

The shape of the stones is the shape of the land

And the shape of the land shapes us

And the shape that we are says who we are

And the shape of the land is us

And the stones where we are is the place where we are

And the place where we are is us

And we are the stones and our bones are the stones

And the stones are us, are us

When we are not here to hold hands in our ring

To talk and plan as we must

You can hear the beat of our stony feet

In the circles that stand for us




-Margaret Whyte (Mam) 21 December 1939 -27 February 2023

from ‘Mrs Noah Lives In The Real World.’
 

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