ENDANGERED GHOST
Who piled these rocks among the trees
To create this future mystery.
What line or chain must have been broken
What eulogy may have been spoken.
This simple pile of moss covered rocks
Inanimate objects trying to talk.
Not a planed monument
Simply an everyday event.
Rocks taken from a forgotten field
To coax another summers yield.
I was not hunting for mystery
But I sat down on history.
After time they spoke to me
And I could see their symmetry.
Along the brook they made them stand
A simple and deliberate plan.
Roll the rocks down the hill
Build a fence that's standing still.
Shoot two birds with one stone
Build a fence to protect the hill they had sown.
Yes the rocks spoke to me
To the music of the brook so elegantly.
As if I had found their forgotten plans
I watched them rolled in place by forgotten hands.
No doubt they sat on this same boulder
Brook babbling to their right shoulder.
On the hill instead of trees
They watched the grass sway in the breeze.