The Old Stone Wall

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

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. 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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2 Responses to The Old Stone Wall

  1. GP Cox says:

    I remember walls like this in upstate New York.

    Like

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