
“Rock Wall” by Jeffrey Smith
rural bastion
heavy with history
man marks his ground
“Rock Wall” by Jeffrey Smith
rural bastion
heavy with history
man marks his ground
Writer & Poet Lynne Sargent
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I am where the valleys are deep, the mountains are high, and the wind moans through trees...
Brings back memories of Ireland where the perfectly piled stone fences created secure enclosures for the sheep: when the shepherd wanted to let them out he would ‘unpile’ a section of a wall, let the sheep out then replace the ‘removable’ rock gate . . . some of the ‘folds’ are centuries old . . .
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ours were also once sheepfolds – but the meadows have long since grown into forest
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and other men knock them down…
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they’d be well advised to leave mine alone
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succinct and sturdy words.
Sent you something special in the post, my friend. Let me know when it gets there.
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my eyes are peeled
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