Not the shy deer
at the edge of the field
the silent old stone wall
from an earlier time
hiding in the edge of the wood
crumbling to the ground
The leaves of countless autumns
the lichen and the moss
obscuring the once clean edges
the form of the stone wall
when it marked important boundaries
when it kept people and animals out.
May 21, 2010 and May 22, 2010
written at the House of Purpose Coffee House
May 21, 2010
Hillsboro, NH
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 19,930+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
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