Avebury, north-east quadrant
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The Heritage Trust is two years old today. During that time we’ve published nearly 500 features, had over 40,000 hits and have attracted 165 follows. As with last year, we wondered how we might mark the occasion, and thought the following poem sums up much of what we hold dear and strive to promote and preserve. We hope both the photo and the poem will resonate with you, our readers, while at the same time thanking you for your continued support, input and encouragement over the last 24 months.
 
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Avebury
 
A cold New Year’s Eve seeps in,
Walking along an unknown path,
Confronted suddenly by giant arcs of ditch and bank
Which draw the eye towards processions of stones.
Rings within rings,
Gauntly chiselled jewels bound by bracelets of mossy grass,
Their ancient faces careworn from witnessing millennia –
Sad, yet proud and wise, these forty ton leviathans.
Echoes of long-forgotten rituals
Intangible yet close, a sense of collective aim.
Slowly we traverse the great circle,
Latter-day invaders, unsure of their purpose.
How much have we forgotten?
Over two hundred generations – what is remembered?
 
Geoff Butts