A companion to Dry Stone Walling Across Canada
Thanks for the photo's John. I haven't been to your blog in a long time. I'll make it a point to return more often. Also, could you post the poem that your recited in CA? .....and could I possibly use it for a local radio interview I'll be guest on? Of course you'll be given full credit. I'll make sure DSWAC get's a mention.
Thanks for your nice comments KarlHere is the poemSense of place What creates a sense of place A glade, some shade, a quiet space Enclosed protected but not confinedNonthreatening walls yet well definedA gateway there through which we passTo contemplate the things that last.Surrounding walls affirming loveSeparate from and yet part ofThe nameless regions of our wide expanseThese walls define our circumstanseWe reminisce We soar We sigh Between the womb and where we dieA tranquil haven lined with lifeEdged with meaningFree from strifeThe landmark milestone resting spotWhere space embraces time until it's notAnd we have paused to know we're 'there'A place unique from everywhereA resting spot flanked by stoneA space within a sheltered zoneA memory held within of spacial songWhere we can feel that we belongWhat creates a space like thisWhere old men restAnd lovers kissWhere wasteland endsAnd purpose thrivesWhere silence sings And peace survivesSuch tracts of land, such sacred groundAre very rarely ever foundAnd rarer still can they be madeExcept by stone on stone securely laidA wall whose stones are made to fitAs if they were always part of it Lend strength and certainty to suchAs we who are sensitive to spacial touchWe wait and grasp our new belongingFor sense of space is what we're longingJ S-R