The Dorset Cursus
When
Stukeley to the Cursus came,
Low down in Hallowed ground,
A Roman race-track gave its name,
Low down are secrets found
For six long miles it stretches west,
Low down in Hallowed ground,
And ancient warriors take their rest,
Low down are secrets found.
A barrow marking either end,
Low down in Hallowed ground,
And one will see the sun descend,
Low down are secrets found.
A thousand years - no human sound,
Low down in Hallowed ground,
No living soul disturbed this mound,
Low down are secrets found.
There stands a priest within the mist,
Low down in Hallowed ground,
He shakes his head and waves his fist,
Low down are secrets found.
"Who comes to wake our weary bones?"
Low down in Hallowed ground,
"Now leave us be", the warrior groans,
Low down are secrets found.
©Ashley Hutchings/Chris While