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There's a dry stone wall by my
house, several hundred years old.
Held together not by mortar but
by intelligence and care.
It simply states where one
pasture began and another ended.
Boundries, one can walk over.
Now cool woods, reclaim fields
In my garden I plant for
Flowers and stones, heave and
But it's the wild flowers by the
roadside, my granddaughter picks