Here upon this land so firm
Rest a wall of stone it earned
It stood its ground beyond one’s life
Covered with moss and purple strife.
Gathered stones of shape and size
Laid evenly together by someone wise
From that day forward and years to come
It would reflect a task well done.
I was not there to watch it grow
One by one, placed all in a row
About three feet wide and three feet deep
It had a purpose, a boundary to keep.
It divided the land and kept its space
Well built with a solid base
Rightful ownership marks the land
Hard labor was done all by hand.
As we pass that wall with little thought
It becomes irrelevant of which was sought
Stood for a reason, did not fall
It remains there today, this old stonewall.
Copyright © douglas pederson | Year Posted 2019