Menhirs here, stand erect like obelisks of fire,
evoking immortality of man's prehistoric desire,
rising proud conveying faith's silent devotion,
in stately awe, everlasting as the ocean,
Thus, amid Carnac's antique landscape's scene,
listened I, to time's long forgotten paean
relate ancient stories, its well spun tale
of captive lyrics, e'er weave woven magical,
lilting soft the voice, its powered store
ply, hypnotic mists that floating soar
in graceful waves to kiss high elysian heaven,
lingering long as twilight's embroidered even'
of star freckled fire erupting sky,
captures sweet the faith by ear and eye,
rising here in all its historic scenery,
nestle the lowland plains of noble Brittany,
time etched, secluded in unfathomable antiquity,
wave vapourous washed by climate changing sea,
yet, still honoured bright, erect and still,
breathes immortal breath's unmolested thrill,
a monument of time in stone unquivering line
through proud radiant centuries, here recline,
'gainst winds, rains, winter's flood e'er rude,
conquer time's harsh odds, stands man's tribute.