This poem was contributed by Charles Churchill, who wanted me to share it. (Thanks)
OF WALLS AND MEN
Stark monuments to toil, the old stone walls
Convey uncertain words from ancient deeds
And by their very width of rock proclaim
The strength of man’s eternal will to own
What he can never hope to hold for long.
Some great grandfather’s younger eyes surveyed
This ponderous fruit of centuries that filled
His farm and he and others bent their backs
To lift, to place in balaqnce for a wall,
These scattered orphans from the glacier’s womb.
You come across them deep in pines and oaks,
Mute sentinels that guard forgotten fields.
These solid links of hard necessity
Still seem a barrieir set against the world,
A rural handiwork of ancient gods.