Wall of Division

A sunken tombstone lay on either side, The wall itself enswathed in moss and fern, Fragmented, as the bond of blood which died Before the grave envelopped each in turn. Two brothers who had once been closest friends Who ran through fields and forests hand in hand, Too proud and hard of heart to make amends, Had forced a subdivision of the land. Their Father, by such hatred torn apart, With his own weathered hands had built the wall Each brick ripped out a portion of his heart Partitioning his sons once and for all. Now woodland hides their memories from sight But passers-by will often stop and stare To contemplate man's universal plight And wonder why the rugged wall is there. 10.10.20 A Wall In The Woods Poetry Contest Sponsored by Craig Cornish N/A COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (28)any form any theme Brian Strand JUDGED :10/18/2020 Hm's And Na's October 2020 Poetry Contest Sponsored by Constance La France