There is no unhappiness in a
stonewall.
Its industrial beauty shrugs with
humility.
Seasonal wars have no effect on its
lines.
There is nothing porous about it.
The stones once buried within ancient
soil are like diamonds and pearls,
protecting the perimeter of its
birthplace.
Fortune blesses the license of its
presence each day; a statement of
longevity.
From a shuttered window the patterns are
grand.
Roger Singer 