many have passed through this ancient stone <br />this granite, hollowed, magic roan <br />stepping backwards through its centre <br />seven times a baby would soon venture <br />nine times for the ricketed child <br />passed through naked meek and mild <br />a pixy guardian seeks and cures <br />belief in its power endures <br />be there when the moon is whole <br />the Crick Stones power will extol<br /><br />Bob Gibson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/men-an-tol/
