Meet Derek Ross… and the standing stones of Callanish…

STAUNIN STANES Thir are those Wha seek meanin In the alignment O staunin stanes. Wha line up The stars an mune An track the shaddies Imprintit by the sun. Thir are ithers Wha accept a mystery Fir whit it is, Beyon an answer, Perhaps it is eneuch To staun an look Within these places. The stanes become Question merks Embedded in The deep pages O the lanscape. Sumtimes, wi can Dig too deep, An tapple too Mony unknowns. This is space eneuch Tae leave alane, Tae wunner an dream, As wi search Fir yon lane stane We ken is oot there, But is alwise Jist oot o reach. Derek Ross

