Boundary Walls
Originating in the ‘Iron-Age’, they stand
as living history; a testament
to the craftsmanship of men of yore
built by hand, each stone
strategically placed one upon another
no mortar holds them, and yet
as our lands circulatory system
of boundaries
they’ve stood for centuries
arteries and veins of dry stone wall
flowing across the fields and hills
of the countryside
that is synonymous of rural England.
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