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Stones In a Path
Stones in the moss
Buried so deep to disappear
Marking a path
Through a coombe
Waiting for the archelogist trowel
To discover the roadway
between two lovers
Lives
The brush and the quick query
Why a path here in this valley
No house standing?
The trowel wands to the left
To the right,
Searching for clues,
a foundation
to base a life on,
Misses the small print
of a woman trod.
No house post appears in the thicket brush
the hard clay
Just a stone path in a field
With they think
nothing to say.
response
'Stones in the moss
Buried so deep to disappear
Marking a path
Through a coombe'
a poem in itself .. you have expanded my world with this poem