On that clump of rising grass and dirt
classed in history as a hill.
Through endless battles lives were lost
today this you could not tell.
A monument left for those who perished
a history that's cherished.

Not just an empty unmarked mound
but a central point.
It to could have been a long range beacon
visible from great distances.
Lay lines crossing below the earth's face
guiding alien craft from space.

A fort that in early centuries manned
to repel the invading foe.
Yet today families dog owners and walkers
enjoy the green town park.
Not burdened with tarmac or obstructions
to upset or cause any disruptions.

Here you can believe anything can be true
from the setting sun to the morning dew.

The Foureyed Poet.