Walls of stone and walls of brick, <br />Some walls thin and some walls thick, <br />Walls so high and walls so low, <br />Walls to hide and walls to show. <br /> <br />Walls quite short and walls quite tall, <br />Some walls, last well, some walls fall, <br />Walls for comfort, walls of hate, <br />Walls for security, walls ornate. <br /> <br />Some as a barricade, some to support, <br />Walls of wood and walls of iron wrought, <br />Walls as a barrier, walls to enclose, <br />Some are to sit on, some to lean and doze. <br /> <br />Walls we build ourselves, these aren't good, <br />Walls for privacy, walls that have stood, <br />So many years through weather foul or fine, <br />Walls, that are yours, walls that are mine. <br /> <br />Brick by brick they are built to last, <br />Whether built now or in the past, <br />They shelter us from so many things, <br />And shield us from whatever this life brings. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/walls/
