Some where over the line
Away from the prying eyes of the present
Hidden away
My meager efforts are dwarfed by the past.
Walking ever deeper in
Confronted
With my own weak impermanence.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Deep In
The far bottom corner
Some where over the line
Away from the prying eyes of the present
Hidden away
My meager efforts are dwarfed by the past.
Walking ever deeper in
Confronted
With my own weak impermanence.
Some where over the line
Away from the prying eyes of the present
Hidden away
My meager efforts are dwarfed by the past.
Walking ever deeper in
Confronted
With my own weak impermanence.
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4 comments:
Wow! What a discovery! You're right; we must all resign ourselves that our gardens will not survive us, but now your wall; that's another story!
My larcenous heart covets the rocks from that wall - maybe just a couple of the moss-covered ones to seed your wall? Or would that be immoral?
bev
Oooooh. Just think, your own rock walls may look like that some day. :)
I knew there was one wall down there, then I found this much much bigger one. I was really taken aback. I need to head further down this line one day. Bev, of course I thought Oooh nice rocks. I should take some. But it would be a long way to haul heavy rocks through the woods to my little wall.
Kim I should live long enough to see some moss grow on my wall. With all this rain, fog and mist we have it shouldn't take long.
Christopher;
Just a thought; I have salvaged heavy rocks and things out of the woods behind my house, using a cheap toboggan in winter (e.g. snow). You just have to have a deer trail or something to follow. And yes, uphill IS a big problem. Depends how badly I want whatever I'm dragging! (:
But you may be right; you may have your own moss in no time!
bev
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