Cairn works

Were I encased standing in ancient tomb,
I'd hope my progeny would see me benign -
Ancestral watch-spirit boding well,
Touchstone for leaning on in troubled times,
Whence, to their weeping, wetting my rock frame,
Hope and solutions I'd bequeath, silently inspired:
"Endure, lest the tartars roll across the plains."
"Persevere, lest nordic raiders sack and pillage."
E'en when such calamities fade into history,
Yet I'd never fade away; the cairn standing above
Is more than triple spiraled reliquary myth.
This is stone set standing by olden forebear
Whose stalwart belief in 'you yet unborn'
Keeps the granite healed of base erosion,
Preserves it generationally, monumentally,
Engraved with ogham, embracing strength,
Footed for the betterment of all to come.