Piled stones emerge and meander
Through swamp maple, poplar, pine –
Vaguely subside. Whatever
They were composed to define
Is lost. I think of the labor
That muscled rocks into line,
Fit them roughly together
Like some great animal’s spine,
And take this wall as sign.
– Charles W. Pratt
© 2008
jbf@fergus.com
Revised 3/27/2008