• Tony Frobisher

The Wall

The Wall So follow that wall laid in stone and sweat Trace each stone in rugged edge Stones laid by hands worn in winter frost or summer heat The wall a book of stories past Every stone a chapter written By blistered hands each a page Cut, blistered, lost to faded history The stone wall is a thing of rugged beauty...an art form in itself. Constructed by bare hands from raw stone hewn from quarry or found locally. Every wall is testament to craftsmanship and history.

#walls #history #landscapes

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