The Mason

The Mason neede bricks, to build his famous wall.

He took my blue-eyed uncle, who stood so proud and tall.

He turned him green and gave him death, and forced the muck and mire,

He laid each brick, where he saw fit, regarding nones desire.

Some he laid together, others laid alone,

Some were large, some were small, all of blood and bone.


Every time the mason's bricks were level, straight, and square,

The wimds would shift and blow the bricks high into the air!!

Shattered broken pieces, would bounce and roll around,

The mason would not quit, hw would not give-up ground.

The wall was never finished, the bricks were not complete,

A stack of shattered bricks, lay at the Masons' feet.


JWB 4/92

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