Rampart of Stone

Within the woods, stood a wall of stone molded by hands from a distant time. Though roughly hewn, it had endured. What narratives could it tell of its past, this ancient bulwark, built to last? My fingers traced each pitted wound. I wondered as to the tragic fate of one missing mortared rock. I dared to peer inside the hollow; the scent of age overpowered me. A sudden dizziness rattled my senses with a brief glimpse of a long ago battle when weapons pricked the rampart's bulk. This bastion had served as a battlement, a barricade between differences of opinions. Was the victory worth the lives forsaken? Because of it, were families torn apart? With need to offer words of compensation. I paid homage to the unyielding wall, whispering, "Stand strong, brave soldier." October 6, 2020 ~ A Wall in the Woods Craig Cornish ~ Sponsor