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THE STONE SLAP
Can you see that old tall stone
Standing there, gracious, alone?
Does it say which way to go home?
Through a misty rainy cloud
Right on top of this mound
You can hear that whistling sound.
Would it be very old?
A shelter to sheep during the cold.
It is the end of a slate wall
I have been told.
Where is the wall?
The whole mass may be hiding
Under the grass
Warm, covered with fur, and all that.
When I walk there, no sound is heard
Except now and then, a whistling bird.
The track is just moss and dirt.
This place is precious
The rain drops heavy from the trees
I want to visit there, even if I am on my knees
Here, I feel peaceful, happy and at ease.
By Antonia Elias