In The Stone


Over and past the wall I gazed.

No barrier did I find

In the stone that stood so sound.

By choice I make

I can stand behind

Stand before

Or even lean upon,

That wall of stone so sound.

I find a beauty in it’s stance

So sincere

And genuine in what it is,

And not what I make of it.

As I gaze.









22 thoughts on “In The Stone

  1. I have loved a stone wall since childhood days. Each Spring on the weekends, my siblings and I would join my Gram and the menfolk to repair the fallen stones on the miles of stone fences on her 200+ acre farm. I have always equated that with a favorite poem by Robert Frost, “Mending Wall”, that my Gram would recite as we diligently worked, each on our side of the fence. I do not think that those stone walls were meant to keep anything either in or out, just to divide the fields for reasons that were forever unknown to me…they just were there! You have captured the beauty in art and words! Thank-you!


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