Not far from my home, just three miles as the crow goes
There’s a valley of sarsen stones, we all know it, that we thought
Unknown to all, some 5,000 years ago a Neolithic honed their tools
They used just one stone, a polissoir
Since then, overgrown and forgotten in the mists of time
Volunteers arrived to clear the way, two knew archaeology and spotted the smooth
Polissoirs are rare, as rare as hens teeth, earthfast even rarer
It was big news, no one told, they recorded and studied to look for clues
Then they announced all to the world, pats on backs and TV crews
I ventured up one misty morn, it was calm and very warm
Found the stone and took my shots
There was no sense of others who have passed before
Not like the circles of stone, where spirits do roam
Lets hope the polissoir is forgotten once more
Remembered by scholars
But not by those types that left a boot print on the smooth!
For more information on the find https://www.pastparticipate.co.uk/post/a-polissoir
See more of my photographs taken in and around the Valley of Stones https://www.poogig.co.uk/photo-projects/valley-of-stones/
