An Island Standing Stone

by Maureen Parry
(Cemaes Bay)

I am a standing stone
Grit-granite grey
solid embedded rooted
in the accommodating earth.

I stand defiant of the roars
of the Dragon breath winds,
the icy needles of the sleeting rain

I stand mellowing in the summer sun
cooled by sea mists and breezes

I smell the honeyed purple heather
the bright yellow gorse

I see terns wheeling and dealing
and hear seagulls grunt and thump
on their rocky beds.

I am a standing stone
who stands alone and aloof
A symbol of our ancient past
our here and now, our future hope
I am a standing stone,
I am invincible.