Free Delivery Australia Wide.

7 Day Satisfaction Guarantee

  • The Old Stone Wall
  • The Old Stone Wall 4
  • The Old Stone Wall 3
  • The Old Stone Wall 1
  • The Old Stone Wall 2

Additional Information

The Old Stone Wall by Meg Lower – While visiting Penzance/Botallack in Cornwall last year, I took some photos of this lovely old stone wall and fence. Here is an imagined story about it.

“The old dry-stone wall covered in lichen, moss and bramble,
missing a stone, a clod of earth,
where rooted the ivy first.
Three hundred years it’s stood its ground
a monument too whom?

Once upon a time it was made by a Bob, a Bill or even Pierre,
they placed each stone within its place with patience and time taught skill.
Did they rest upon the ready pile to be added after lunch
or like the sheep huddle from hail behind it in a squatted hunch?

Three hundred years it’s stood its ground
whilst palaces fell and countries were born and named after Regal souls,
but do you remember the men, the Bob, the Bill and even Pierre.

With cloth, flat cap and callused hands which placed a stone to stand?
In tiny gaps the ants have lived, sometimes the bees or wasps,
do they tell legends of a God,
Named Bob, Bill or Pierre?”

A printed copy of the poem and certificate of authenticity accompany the work.

The Old Stone Wall

Meg Lewer

AUD$1,530
Size: 45w x 60h x 1d cms
View in my room

×
Powered by

Ink and acrylic on board
Professionally framed in wide white matt and charcoal oak

Ready to hang

In stock

Add to Wishlist
Add to Wishlist
Sold By: Meg Lewer

Love this

7 day returns guaranteed
Free Shipping Returns and refunds

Additional Information

The Old Stone Wall by Meg Lower – While visiting Penzance/Botallack in Cornwall last year, I took some photos of this lovely old stone wall and fence. Here is an imagined story about it.

“The old dry-stone wall covered in lichen, moss and bramble,
missing a stone, a clod of earth,
where rooted the ivy first.
Three hundred years it’s stood its ground
a monument too whom?

Once upon a time it was made by a Bob, a Bill or even Pierre,
they placed each stone within its place with patience and time taught skill.
Did they rest upon the ready pile to be added after lunch
or like the sheep huddle from hail behind it in a squatted hunch?

Three hundred years it’s stood its ground
whilst palaces fell and countries were born and named after Regal souls,
but do you remember the men, the Bob, the Bill and even Pierre.

With cloth, flat cap and callused hands which placed a stone to stand?
In tiny gaps the ants have lived, sometimes the bees or wasps,
do they tell legends of a God,
Named Bob, Bill or Pierre?”

A printed copy of the poem and certificate of authenticity accompany the work.