too short, Arthur.
This is the introduction to a much longer piece, dealing wiht history, land,
exploitaion and the creation of a dour and stony people.
Write it.
P-P
>From: Arthur <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: New sub: Dry Stone Walls
>Date: Mon, 18 Mar 2002 08:37:25 -0000
>
> Dry stone walls
>
>Harsh as the dialect, hewn from millstone grit
>or limestone they piece and parcel-out the shires.
>Wind-fingers probe between stones' ill-fit
>Moss-sodden, lush, under dripping birches,
>or pale as a picked bone, isled with lichen,
>they stride up flanks of fells, true to contour.
>The sinuous mass and loom and sweep of them
>bars the land like silent sentries, grim and dour.
>
>Some mammoth greed conceived this lift and haul
>heft and shift of a task, that bewilders,
>humbles us, such toil and craft in each wall.
>Sack-draped backs hunched under drench of centuries,
>men and stone, bent to deny, heaved like moles,
>to shape these monumental barriers.
Perpetua Pullman
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