The stone masons jewel,
shall stand the test of time.
bridging the burbling brook,
winding so softly into rhyme.
Stones that speak of ages,
filled with romance and pain,
for all the days are not sunny,
there is always the threat of rain.
A diamond in the rough,
for all those who understand,
standing tall and strong.
built with all the caring of the hand.
Author notes
The men who built this are all gone, however the legacy of craftsmanship lives still. Like a good poem it just never seems to fade.
A contest entry
- PIF/Picture Inspired by AliceinPoetryLand.
1100 points, ended August 17, 2008, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Stunning!!!
A rock for the ages, this poem speaks of one of the many, varied jewels of life... Great work, Karl!!! Best of luck in this contest!!! 
Peace, Cyn
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Lovely thoughts, flow and rhyme in this. I really enjoyed your indepth thoughts here.
Thanks so much for your entry
Gaylene
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Thank you, my best wishes always.
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Well crafted. Great imagry. The flow was nice. You have an ease and charm that comes out in every word of your poem. I would appreciate it if I could get some feedback from you on some of my work. I think your input could help me. thanks
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