Stone

Millennia pass.
Continents collide.
Oceans swell, ebb, freeze.
Rocks accrete…

..and, in England, form
its nubbly spine: the Pennines.
Men gathered scattered stones -
erected walls, marching across dales, hills, moors
holding fast the sheep or meadowland.                         

These stony barricades are the landscape -
like the rocks from which they came.   

For Rebecca of Fake Flamenco’s November Poetry Challenge: Stone.

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Author: margaret21

I'm retired and live in North Yorkshire, where I walk , write, volunteer and travel as often as I can.

42 thoughts on “Stone”

  1. I’d love to go hiking there. And I really love those dry-stone walls. They are so full of character and the fit so well with the surrounding country. Thanks for sharing!

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      1. I have a friend who lives in Sunderland who goes on field trips with some sort of nature society where they restore and rebuild drystone walls.

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  2. A beautiful post – words and pictures. My sweetheart’s part of America has very little stone and the fields are very expansive. He always marvels at our dry stone walls.

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  3. Wow Margaret – this is really beautifully done. Between the images and your writing about them you really tell a marvelous story. Gorgeous post I was quite honestly enchanted by it!

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