This earth of stones.

I stand on sacred ground
bellowing words that passed before, poet's of this place in time
Once graced the tiding shore, 

And with the waves, they'd bravely spoken
Long before their eyes awoken

For in their dreams, this land of theirs
Was free from worries
and of care's

Whilst nature baring gifts she shares
And so the love of land extended
Where broken bridges
Meet , now mended

 - A lover's heart this earth Of stones

Lay in burials kept, a luscious taste
Such bones, to compost
A human waste.