Waller – by A.R.

 

This poem is in tribute to the many stone walls that Mammy laboured for many years to build on her land to protect her sapling trees…

 

‘Waller’ by A.R.

 

Stone waller, my dear, dry-stoned and love laboured.

With stone all day labours, lovingly,

each stone caresses. No line;

eye alone is her level.

Stone waller, my dear, day long

in her garden. Dogged. Stubborn.

Stone from the shore, sea quarried,

wheelbarrowed and muscled,

stone-bedded and blessed. Stone,

stone, stone,

                    stone

shelters rose, willow, wren.

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