13 Minutes at West Kennett Longbarrow Summer Solstice 2012, Various Live performers who passed by the Burial Chamber to share their music with those who stayed in the Chamber. Magikal by any standard.
ritual drumming, didgerydoo’s, ukele, guitar, bongos, frogs, whistles, plinky plonkys, worshipping the ancients, singing, chanting.
For all those that were there and all those who were not, see you all next time…
Our night at West Kennett inspired me to write this poem, hope you enjoy it…..
Each year we visit the Gods we revere, Each year we will come here there is no fear,
Just Love & kindness & Respect we bring, For Summer Solstice the Bells they ring,
The Drums they beat, The candles give heat
The didgerydoo’s their solemn song sing & Music and laughter and gifts we bring,
The Chambers resolve with a heartfelt beat, Where so many Pilgrims come to meet,
Our Ancestors from days of old, Welcome us in from the cold,
To share our mirth and friendly banter, As we awaken them from their age old slumber,
Many in Costume, many in Faith, But all of us here in their essence we bathe,
For there is a power here among the stones, A feeling of peace among the bones,
A Monument that has survived the ages, Scribed about on many pages,
Some that tell a story true, Or Prose to be read by me and you,
And so it will continue on this sacred day, Each year without fail we’ll continue to stay,
For a minute an hour a day or a night, To Feel West Kennett Longbarrow, such a wondrous Site.
Dharma June 2012