One by one your bones are stacked,
to hold back Mother Nature.
Or as a need for privacy,
a man made stone enclosure.
You turn a graceful curve around,
a walkway or a drive.
At times you are snap-line straight.
A Canvas for artistic eyes.
You end against a building wall,
or with columns as sentinel ends.
At times your left with toothings out,
so you may continue once again.
Be you cottage stone or slate flats,
created of rip rap or river rock.
Your rugged beauty ads some flair
and curb appeal around the block.
You lead the way, block a path.
Keep man out of danger.
You silently stand against time,
a stone faced, familiar stranger.
For the contest: A Toothful Ode
Sponsored by Nancy Jones
*note. Toothing. When a stone or brick wall is left
unfinished, with bricks or stones left jaggered at the end,
so the wall can be continued at a later time.