Bartholomew created this piece from a photo I took when I visited Mount Wilson in Autumn some years ago. This poem tells a rich hisoty of a simple wall. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
Moss on a Garden Wall
Moss drips down
the stone wall
at treeās pace
in slow steady shade
Storms and floods
pass unnoticed
seasons flow
like days
Life tears down walls
not human lives
whose fragile skulls
are dashed upon the rocks
But simple relentless
life eroding the minerals
so our descendants
might burrow in the rubble
Flicker of Thoughts 
Thank you for offering that wonderful photo for me to write to!
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