Old Stone Wall

Ink lings

old stone wall

The dust upon the old dirt road has settled
Very seldom now do footsteps fall
Most of what once was no longer lives here
All is gone except the old stone wall

Years ago when time was still an infant
Boulders yielded to the craftsman’s maul
Sweat and muscle, tools of its creation
Men’s mettle tested building this old wall

It stands here yet today in silent splendor
As if the march of ages to forestall
In concert with the beauty that surrounds it
Still running down the road, the old stone wall

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About oldmainer

I am retired and live in southern Maine with my wife and two dogs of questionable origin. I created this blog as an outlet for my occasional opinions and random observations since my wife is tired of hearing them and, after 50 some odd years, probably with good reason. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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