_They watched my steps as I clumsily rustled through the newly fallen leaves; these chipmunks' stonewalls drew me into a lost time.
_Walking along the wonder of these mossy walls, I imagined their beginning at the hands of forgotten farmers. Stone on stone, line on line, shape on shape, and there a granite piller whose rusted iron ring must once have tethered a team of oxen, or a horse and its shay.

_These stonewalls met and crossed, and within that creative geometry untidy forests have taken hold to reclaim this, their newly bordered world. These walls have woven their stories of patience, stone to stone, on stone; then the farmer, and now the forest and the chipmunks, have carved their own... contrary existences.

      these stonewall lines
      join square to square on square
      acorns...

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