The Wall
I wondered why the wall was there
and what its purpose was amid the trees -
had someone tried to build a house
and found his stone supply ran out with these?
Perhaps the house had fallen down
one winter's night with howling wind and rain,
the person getting cold and wet,
and never tried to build his house again!
But here it stands, a mystery, for sure;
though further on I spotted twenty more...
for Craig's Wall contest
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2020
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