Stone walls appear on either hand.
Rude monuments to those who came,
To clear the woods and farm the land.
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In autumn when the leaves are gone,
Stone walls appear on either hand. Rude monuments to those who came, To clear the woods and farm the land. |
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As you walk the roads beneath the ephemeral yellow of our maples, consider two questions... |
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Can you actually own a piece of land or do you only borrow it for a few short years? |
| What would those who first farmed the land expect of those who occupy it now? |  |
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For now at peace with all the world,
They rest in ordered rows, Beneath their quilts of autumn leaves, And silent winter snows. |