A Poem: The Field Of Stones
THE FIELD OF STONES
I cleared the field of stones
for plantings I might do.
What further use of stones
I’d really wished I knew.
I made of them a wall
with a gate for passing through.
I no longer quite recall
what made my neighbor “stew.”
He spoke of “lines that separate
the proud from humble folk.”
I pointed out the open gate
and thought he’d made a joke.
When the plowed field had all been planted
and the crops grew row by row,
it seemed that still he ranted
on some cause I didn’t know.
One day it came to mending
the wall between us two,
a project never ending
related to his “stew.”
“Good walls make good neighbors”
he said not half in jest.
I replied, “The best of neighbors
leave all their stones at rest.”
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© 2017 Demas W. Jasper All rights reserved.
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