Standing Stones
It's what you know that isn't so
That presents the difficulty
I heard an archaeologist today opine
Standing in the wet and sultry
Bogs of Ireland. He said how druids
worshipped
At the standing stones just there beyond
the fence.
"These massive objects were there placed
that primitives
Might worship their gods," said he
with confidence.
Then I took the dogs for a walk just down
the street
And in scarce a mile from where we have our
beds
Found five not-so-ancient standing stones
Thrusting from five women's flowerbeds.
One wonders what an archaeologist might
think
A thousand years from now to find we'd
hauled a ten-ton stone
From 20 miles away and stood it on its end
upright
In Mama's garden there before our home?
"Common practice among these
primitives I'm sure,"
Scholars in the distant future will wrinkle
up their noses.
At our ignorance for every scholar knows
that no one
Would lift a ten-ton rock just to
compliment the roses.
No it must have some significance.
Religious or political – perhaps a monument
To some local battle, conquest or event.
The giant boulder was set to document.
One wonders if the television archaeologist
Got right the reason early man created
megoliths,
Or did some prehistoric mama nag her mate
Till he finally set one up, to go with her rhododendrons
In the flower bed beside the path
Before the house, the neighbors to impress?
Given the lengths to which a modern man
would go
Perhaps an ancient man might succumb to such
duress.
I rather suspect that ancient woman could
apply
The same force of inspiration as her modern
counterpart.
More than religion, I believe man's
greatest works
Were to appease not angry gods, but to
support domestic art.
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| You wonder what future archeologists would think of this one......? |
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