Wandering through a New England wood,
I chance upon a meandering stonewall
Cutting across the land,
I wondered how long it had stood
The wall was wide and not very tall

The moss covered stones call to me
An in their shadow I can see
The shape of the land that use to be

5/9/2007

Jim Milks

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-hike-in-the-woods/