I wrote this when I was 16, in the first month after 9/11. Hope you like it as much as the International Society of Poets did when I sent it to them a few years back (back then it was just called "Stonehenge", though). XD
Whenever I get caught remembering,
I only say, "It disallows my sleep."
For the experience was harrowing;
To see the rocks fall in a giant heap.
The wind, the lightning and the thunder too
Created storms that were not only rain.
Instead, the hail impacted, swift and true,
On megaliths that stood upon the plain.
These stones had been positioned quite exact
So one could measure where the stars might be.
(And some astrologers might use such fact
To make a buck off curiosity.)
This generation, held back way too far,
Must prove to itself what it thinks they are.
Whenever I get caught remembering,
I only say, "It disallows my sleep."
For the experience was harrowing;
To see the rocks fall in a giant heap.
The wind, the lightning and the thunder too
Created storms that were not only rain.
Instead, the hail impacted, swift and true,
On megaliths that stood upon the plain.
These stones had been positioned quite exact
So one could measure where the stars might be.
(And some astrologers might use such fact
To make a buck off curiosity.)
This generation, held back way too far,
Must prove to itself what it thinks they are.
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