Stewart and Deb popped out to take a walk among the ancient stones
Sun was shining, birds were singing and pollen tickling Deb’s nose
Through the gate, attire for those pesky horse flies
Down the valley, id’ing wild flowers, a stop for a selfie
Sharp left to the land of the polissoir
5,000 years man, her, him, they, them were busy with their flints
In this tranquil spot, we just took photos, leaving just footprints
Now all hot, so straight up the hill, orchids to the left and right
Back to the car, bursting for a drink
Well that was fun, what do you think?
