I took a walk up back the other day. If you've ever traveled the back roads of New England you certainly know that stone walls abound. In many places, they'll run for miles and miles along side the road you're traveling. In most cases, they do a pretty good job at giving you a rough idea of property lines too. Up in the woods behind the house, there's a wall on the right, that runs a pretty significant way, and it's quite wide too. They just don't happen haphazardly to fall there for any old reason. Someone deliberately made that wall. Maybe it was to mark the property line, or maybe it was just to rid some pesky boulders from land to be farmed. As I've mentioned before on this site, we've done our do diligence on researching this land and the people who walked on it long before us. Apparently, this rock was never meant to find a home in any old wall. From Mending Wall By Robert Frost "Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun, And makes gaps even two can pass abreast."