9 NEOLITHIC ECHOS: SWEEP SOFTLY IN COUNTY ANTRIM’S MYSTIC EMBRACE

In lands of old, where time entwines,
Neolithic echoes softly chime.
Hills rise up, with tales untold,
In County Antrim’s mystic fold.

Beyond the Hill of Slane’s embrace,
More ancient sites adorn the place.
Slieve Gullion, a mountain grand,
With “Cairn of the Hag,” its story planned.

County Armagh’s sacred land,
Where myth and history hand in hand.
Cailleach’s whisper, hag divine,
Neolithic tales in shadows twine.

Knockmany’s hill, in Tyrone’s keep,
A cairn that secrets gently sweep.
Burial ground of ancient kin,
In legends’ dance, its stories spin.

Carnbane East in Down’s embrace,
A passage tomb, a resting place.
Cairn T stands, preserved in grace,
Neolithic past, its traces trace.

Slieve Donard, a lofty peak,
Where cairns of old their stories speak.
Though not Neolithic in their guise,
Ancient whispers in peaks arise.

Neolithic hills in clusters lie,
Each with a tale that paints the sky.
Archaeological treasures unfold,
In Northern Ireland’s history bold.

These hills and sites, a timeless rhyme,
Echoes of past in every line.
Neolithic wonders, history’s trance,
In Ireland’s land, they sing and dance.