Old Stonewall

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.