they go on forever.
built of the field stones the farmers plows turned up
here, a few hundred years ago,
remnants of the glacier melt many year before even that.
I appreciate the history that dwells here
the grave yards the old stones and bricks
houses that creek with the wind
yet that stand the test of time.
grateful for the shoulders i stand upon
those that have gone before me
those that have paved the way
for this beautiful existence
on this beautiful earth revolving through the stars.
Have a wonderful eve
and drink in the coming of the sun again.