Stone Wall in the
Woods
lichen-stained
stones appears as
I
walk in deep woods. Flat slabs
of
shale, placed in orderly rows,
wind
half a mile next to towering
maples
then stones fall into disarray.
I
admire the artistry and wonder
about
the wall’s strange location.
My forefathers crowbarred these
stones
from glaciated fields;
strained
as they piled them on a
cumbersome
wooden sled hauled
a
mile or more by dapple greys.
Plenty
of rocks on this farm—
cheaper
than barbed wire—horse
and
human sweat the only cost.
And
why this wall in the woods?
Maybe
a century ago cattle
grazed
here or the stones set
a
boundary keeping neighbor’s
cows
out. My fingers caress the
carefully
placed slabs that callused
hands
put here with no thought of
folk
art.
Norma Wightman
Inspired by visits to the farm in Sullivan County, New York, where I grew up.
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