No chink or mortar, just the stone,
stacked one on two, two on one.
The stones first pushed by ancient glaciers rolling over land
now raised again by horses' strain, by farmer's plow and hand.
Stacked one on two, two on one.
Two on one, one on two. That's how a fieldstone wall is built.
No chink or mortar, just the stone,
stacked one on two, two on one.
Grateful for
#77 the flow of words
#78 the flow of years
#79 the flow of love
#80 the flow of tears
#81 the melting glaciers in my heart
#82 the stones unearthed, each has its part
#83 the love that guides
#84 the love that holds
#85 the love that binds
#86 the love that molds
