Wandering through a New England wood, <br />I chance upon a meandering stonewall <br />Cutting across the land, <br />I wondered how long it had stood <br />The wall was wide and not very tall <br /> <br />The moss covered stones call to me <br />An in their shadow I can see <br />The shape of the land that use to be <br /> <br />5/9/2007<br /><br />Jim Milks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-hike-in-the-woods/
