The Stones Of The Free Poem by john (called jack) wren

These monuments are all around
Tablets of stone anchored to the ground
Proclaiming authority for all to see
Twix bedraggled grass up to their knee.
Like tired signs on houses for sale
Some lean as if nudged by a gale,
Others stand erect, as they were laid,
All with words, beginning to fade.
These tumbling stones lie and lurk,
To blend in with the old ruined Kirk,
Above one stone that shows no fear
The lingering mist sheds a tear, for a
Warrior of Christ who lies in lament
Drenched in the blood of the Covenant.
The birds of the air who take their rest
Upon John Bell's stone are greatly blest,
Throughout Galloway, on brae and lea
Stand Martyrs stones, the Stones of the Free