Moonlight Bowling
by Nan Whybark


Over southern England,
Fierce dragons flying in,
Set up in a circle
Some enormous stone pins.
They’re anxiously waiting
For their ball to appear.
Here comes the moon rising,
Golden yellow and clear!
Then across the dark sky,
Great dragons, all roaring,
Race toward the new moon,
Wings spread out and soaring.
One grabs up the moon, then
Working up to his stance,
Smoothly rolls the bright moon
With an aerial dance
At the stone silhouettes
So carefully set up.
Then the impact occurs!
The huge stone pins erupt!
The earth is trembling with
Stones falling and tumbling!
The dragons are cheering,
They’re roaring and rumbling!
The moon’s set in motion
Till the stones are all down,
Then they’re set up again
To bowl another round.
“What’s Stonehenge?” you ask me.
I can tell you all right!
It’s unfinished bowling
Of fierce dragons at night.