Lost Rock
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."
A poor lone rock. I know how he feels sometimes. At least he has a little moss and clover to keep him company.
ReplyDeleteWe'll call him Rocky VII. Be careful you don't stub your toe walking through the woods.
ReplyDeletele poeme est tres bien choisi
ReplyDeleteBefore I saw your reference to "Mending Wall," Robert Frost and the poem leapt to my mind. I LOVED teaching that poem (and Frost) to my students, and enjoyed hearing their reactions. I read the entire poem to an all-school assembly when the Berlin Wall came down.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite lines from the poem:
I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me~
Well, Birdman, I believe you do NOT walk in darkness!
You're really gifted.. First time of my life that I'm feeling sad for a rock!
ReplyDeleteaww lonely rock..
ReplyDeletei love those stone walls. wish we had them in texas.
ReplyDeleteLove this post.
ReplyDelete"Lost" is relative. That rock knew right where it was all the time, but sometimes we misplace things.
ReplyDeleteTruly a lovely reflection, Birdman...
ReplyDeleteRelaxing.
ReplyDeleteLove the quote. The photo looks like a peaceful spot.
ReplyDeleteGreat post! I love your photography, you can even present a simple rock in such a beautiful way!
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I don't think that rock knows it is lost.
ReplyDeleteI love seeing those old walls.
ReplyDeleteWe have those wonderful dry stone walls here in KY.
ReplyDeleteI've always liked that Frost poem (and I've always liked Frost). The lines are so anti-Republican. But you're raising another philosophical question. How can a rock be lost? Isn't wherever a rock is where it's supposed to be?
ReplyDeleteStone walls are a Hawaii thing too!
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This remind me of a (relatively) old movie: Romancing the Stone!
ReplyDeleteA rock is a rock, is a rock..or not!!
ReplyDeleteThat is a beautiful rock; I'm glad it kept its independence.
ReplyDeleteYou would love all the ancient terrace walls all over the Jerusalem Hills.
And that's a beautiful photo.
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