Saturday, 28 October 2017

(13) With these Hands






When looking at an old brick wall
So upright and majestic stands
I wonder what you were thinking
As you crafted it with bare hands.

Was the sun shining so long ago
When brick upon brick the wall you made?
Or did it fall in shadow
As upon your shoulders some heavy burden laid.

As you placed each single brick with care
Did you wonder how long your wall would remain?
With calloused hand but eye so sharp
The bricks of Queen Victoria’s reign.

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