The Druids Stone by Connor Kaplan

The Druids Stone by Connor Kaplan

A man was walking in the forest one day.

Like he always does to find food.

When the man felt a presence

and turned around to see a women.

She was very beautiful and was singing.

Naturally the man walked of to the women

but she walked away.

She walked on a path the man had never set foot on.

Scared the man followed through the vines and stumps.

Eventually the man found a clearing.

Before him was a giant stone.

The stone glowed with a dark presence.

The man looked for the women,

to find a old man chanting words of old.

The trees started to move and the grass started to grow

and then the men disappeared.

A story only to be told by the trees and the grass.

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Poem of the Day: The Shadow on the Stone

Posted: Sun, 02 Jun 2013 00:00:00 -0600

I went by the Druid stone

   That broods in the garden white and lone,   

And I stopped and looked at the shifting shadows   

   That at some moments fall thereon

   From the tree hard by with a rhythmic swing,   

   And they shaped in my imagining

To the shade that a well-known head and shoulders   

   Threw there when she was gardening.

      I thought her behind my back,

   Yea, her I long had learned to lack,

And I said: 'I am sure you are standing behind me,   

   Though how do you get into this old track?'   

   And there was no sound but the fall of a leaf   

   As a sad response; and to keep down grief

I would not turn my head to discover

   That there was nothing in my belief.

      Yet I wanted to look and see

   That nobody stood at the back of me;

But I thought once more: 'Nay, I'll not unvision   

   A shape which, somehow, there may be.'   

   So I went on softly from the glade,

   And left her behind me throwing her shade,   

As she were indeed an apparition—

   My head unturned lest my dream should fade.