Walls Poem by Ernestine Northover
Walls
Walls of stone and walls of brick,
Some walls thin and some walls thick,
Walls so high and walls so low,
Walls to hide and walls to show.
Walls quite short and walls quite tall,
Some walls, last well, some walls fall,
Walls for comfort, walls of hate,
Walls for security, walls ornate.
Some as a barricade, some to support,
Walls of wood and walls of iron wrought,
Walls as a barrier, walls to enclose,
Some are to sit on, some to lean and doze.
Walls we build ourselves, these aren't good,
Walls for privacy, walls that have stood,
So many years through weather foul or fine,
Walls, that are yours, walls that are mine.
Brick by brick they are built to last,
Whether built now or in the past,
They shelter us from so many things,
And shield us from whatever this life brings.
© Ernestine Northover
Somehow, this is one of those poems I long to see in free verse. It is too 'sing-songish' and that destroys the truth you are trying to impart. When the reader can guess with a high percentage what the next word will be because it fits the rhyme, then it is time to try it in free verse. Just my own opinion, of course. Raynette
Like Lawrence, I expected a different type of poem from the title and was pleasantly suprised Ernestine! Lovely poem. Sincerely, Mary
I was prepared to experience the enclosure of a different kind of 'Walls', however I found these 'Walls' created to keep a particular comfort from being disturbed. I like this poem. 'Walls' seem a necessary part of maintaining some kind of sanity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Dear Ernestine I find that most of us have walls for two reasons.One, to keep something out and two, to keep something in.The dilema comes when we realise one day that not all the walls were built by us.Great piece Love Duncan