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. I started Oldmainer .wordpress.com as an outlet for my occasional opinions and random observations, with some poetry thrown in. I welcome anyone that wants to kick back and join me here on the porch, exploring all the gifts we have been given and the memories collected. Thanks for stopping by.
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