City of Stones

I came upon a city rising up through verdant sod

A teeming city of stones … some known but to God

Gates of iron surrounded them from others passing by

Keeping out intruder's not reaching for the sky 

A city alone, forsaken, not given more than a glance

By those who pass along the way where leafy shadows dance

Sunlight frolics on the stones of varying shape and height

Ancient oaks spread lofty bows protecting day and night

My footsteps pause to contemplate those who here abide

In city so abandoned ‘neath granite stones to hide

I bow and touch the words I see but cannot see the whole

Though I do not know you, tears pour from my soul

Empty houses enter here to rest but weary bones

And spirits flee this earthly place…this silent city of stones

By

Pamela R. Blaine

© 2004  

   City of Stones

I came upon a city of stones rising up through heavy sod, surrounded by gates of iron against intruders not belonging there.  Sunlight flickered across the stones of varying hues and shapes as ancient oaks spread leafy bows protectively o’er the city.

I hesitate as I tread these verdant streets questioning what manner of folk reside in places where leaf shadows dance upon stones. 

I walk alone in a city deserted and stillness lies heavily upon streets of mossy rock and meadow. Perhaps they watch through windows unseen as I traverse their city of stones.  But no, I feel no presence here of earthly friend or foe. There is only silence for life has taken flight.

By

Pamela R. Blaine

© 2004