~ Walls ~ Con & Pro

at Hawaii — bjf © wall formed with lava rock

Walls ~ The poet wrote upon a wall. He had to do it. He had a call. Read it, I did. He knew that I would. I had to admit. It was very good. It was about walls. Some short, some tall and how some can lead to a fall (Berlin). When we think we are walling off that which is bad, do we not then also wall off some parts that are good? Do we really believe that we should? When we put up blocks in front of our hearts, is this not how hatred starts. The poet wrote upon a wall. He had to do it. He had a call. Read it, I did. He knew that I would, I had to admit. It was very good ~ bonnie j. flach ©

~ Let our people be Free ~ When will it end all the wires, fences & walls. When will we say done with it all — — all this closing in, all this keeping out. When will it end, when will we shout. Let the land be free and the wind and the sea. When will it end all the wires, fences & walls. When will we say done with it all — — all this closing in all this keeping out. When will it end when will we shout. Let our people be free along with the land, wind and sea ~ bonnie j. flach © copyrighted — all rights reserved

In this sense, walls can be good: ~ Ireland’s Stone Walls ~ How does Ireland get all those natural stone walls. Well, it’s not that hard to understand, no, not at all. The farmer tries to plough his field he hits a rock, oh dear, and so he must remove the stone for it’s not going to go away on its own. Then he sets it aside and by and by he hits another one now he has made a row and the rows grow. They block off wind and keeps the neighbors animals out and his own crops in at no extra cost the neighbor is happy that his sheep won’t get lost and the farmer is likewise happy they won’t eat his crops tis a real blessing you know for the good Lord has made it so! ~ bjf © ~

~ Near the stone Walls ~ Garden walks where grows roses tall in the western sun near the stone walls. Blows the wind so fresh and sweet. Rich is the soil beneath my feet. There songs live at the end of mockingbird’s tongue where in a long clothesline sky cloud sheets are hung. Flowers and shrubs in glistening dew. I know that it’s here where I’ll find you. Garden walks where grows roses tall in the western sun near the stone walls ~ bonnie j. flach ©

~ Forbidden Love ~ Behind ancient walls of stone a garden lies where for a thousand years olive groves have thrived in that golden sun splashed land, a lover’s paradise in desert sand. A young couple falls into each other’s arms under a moonlit sky, upon the break of day they depart, heartbroken, they cry! ~ bjf ©