I see you, severe and strong, hands upon a massive stone, building a wall along a line, dividing his from yours, fields and woods.
I see you place the stone, build the wall true to line, stone-upon-stone, a mile long, marking evermore yours and his.
Now hereβs the case I build against you and him: You claim yours forever more will not be his, forevermore he says his will not be yours but what I build shuts out those claims and disdains all agreements between you and him.
Now know today evergreens grow through the walls of stone laid down along the lines of map and grid agreed upon by you and him of what fate proved was never yours or his.
The stonewalls of New England are a strange and wonderful sight. Spanning vast distances over mountains, streams, flatlands, tidelands and all else the builders encountered, they were meant to mark and protect the land of the builders. Robert Frost speaks of the New England stonewalls in his work.