That is so cool! You posted a pix of the White Horse. Thank you thank you. Sorry for the botched format/ I am a musician. I find these things fairly elusive.
I’ve visited the White Horse many a time.
It’s beautiful around there, where the chalk Downs come down like a steep, green standing wave into the Vale below.
Before the gods that made the gods
Had seen their sunrise pass,
The White Horse of the White Horse Vale
Was cut out of the grass.
Before the gods that made the gods
Had drunk at dawn their fill,
The White Horse of the White Horse Vale
Was hoary on the hill.
Age beyond age on British land,
Aeons on aeons gone,
Was peace and war in western hills,
And the White Horse looked on.
For the White Horse knew England
When there was none to know;
He saw the first oar break or bend,
He saw heaven fall and the world end,
O God, how long ago.