The Wall (Dedicated To My Grandfather)

The wall seemed so high.

Acorns fell as from the sky.

There they would lie

To be collected by you and I.

The acorn’s hard shell.

I remember it well.

The smell of the wood

Natural and good.

Now the wall is to high

And on the other side you lie.

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