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Stone Wall

I sat upon an old stone wall

And pondered

What did it look like here when it was created?

I’m thinking it was open pasture

The labor that went into this

Each rock meticulously on top of another

As a way to separate their precious property

A life was lived here

More than likely several

Memories made

By whomever did this

Don’t even know who they were

They’re long gone now

Most everything about them is gone

All that is left

Is this stone wall

Author: Whipped Owl

Writer Musician Historian Sportsman Loner

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