The Old Stone Wall Poem by Gayle Sweeney

The grey old stone wall magnificently
Passes sunny wildflowers and ivy.
Over time some cool stones fell out of place
But the wall still has boundaries to trace.
Maybe something is hidden there alone -
A golden treasure -long lost and unknown.
Deep in the woods this wall holds much promise
Where heaven triumphs and summer now crests.
Reflections of the rolling, handmade wall
Made its path to me appear mystical.