Horsa’s Stan

by Osgar OR

The story tells of those who led
Of one who fought and one who bled
Of one who died and made his bed
Upon the White Horse Stone.

Within the sound of modern pace
In eyesight of the modern race
There sits in strong and silent grace
The ancient White Horse Stone.

And people who have never heard
Of how their land was won by sword
Place not their hand nor give their word
Upon the White Horse Stone.

But there are those who know its worth
This sacred site of Nation’s Birth
And celebrate the English Earth
Where grows the White Horse Stone.