
A dry stone wall
Fashioned from granite boulders
Flung about the land
By a seismic eruption in distant ages past
Edged a tranquil field of barley
And as the wall receded into yonder distance
It crouched low under the lofty skies
For to ascend the gentle incline of a barren hill
Where countless further walls
Graced an infinite patchwork
Of greens and golds and browns
As far as the eye could see
And the very heart could desire
While the sublime pastorale entire
Rejoiced amid the enchantments
Of this tableau picturesque
Edged by graceful hedgerows
That lined a myriad winding lanes
Which ran through the realm like streams
Beneath the celestial expanse benign
As it watched over this blessèd rural idyll
~ d.a.simpson ~
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