The Stone Walls Of Erin

This very descriptive poem was written by Irene Kerr about the beautiful dry stone walls in Ireland …

The Stone Walls Of Erin

Forty shades of green tis a sight to be seen
In a land they call Erin’s isle
Each field it’s own tone divided by stone
Their walls so unique in their style

From stones that were found while digging the ground
They fashioned each row with great care
Without pitch or cement up the wall went
To remain through the years standing there

Although pounded with rain they still stood the same
As the day when they were first built
Those sentinels of old around stories were told
Resembling an old patchwork quilt

One could detect which architect
By the style of the wall erected
With each stone he’d place there’d be enough space
Between the one previously selected

Their own signature built to endure
The winds and lashing of rain
Many walls stand throughout the land
That divide each field farm and lane

From an aerial view it becomes clear to you
The beauty of each  boundary wall
Every field they divide erected with pride
By whom some still can recall

Through Erin’s past the walls they would last
Silently witness each scene
As history played out between comrade and tout
Still strong as they always had been

The lilt of a flute should play a salute
To the beauty of Erin’s green isle
Call those who roam to return again home
To rest by a wall stay awhile

Written by Irene Kerr
01/06/2015