Hello Poetry*
Classics
Words
Blog
F.A.Q.
About
Contact
Guidelines
© 2024 HePo
by
Eliot
Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads.
Become a member
David Williams
Poems
Jun 2011
The Ever Winding Wall
The Ever Winding Wall
I have given up counting sheep
Instead, I count the stones in the
Granite wall, all hand built by
Men and boys, boys and men all
Toiling in weather I can only imagine
Hands as cold as a North pole trek
Backs breaking, brows sweating
Living a life I secretly admire
Strong arms, focused concentration
On the tiny pebbles, grey unappealing
But maintaining a way of life
A life some would never give up
Each generation learning that secret
Skill, to keep animals in and enemies out
Till finally, those same granite stones cover
Their weather torn, but proud bodies
As they lay in a well earned sleep
Lain by the next pair of strong hands.
Written by
David Williams
Follow
😀
😂
😍
😊
😌
🤯
🤓
💪
🤔
😕
😨
🤤
🙁
😢
😭
🤬
0
706
Please
log in
to view and add comments on poems