(from the pen of the un-rhyming, un-metered poet)
My heart ached with wonder
Questioning this block’s purpose
before being abandoned
its glory long forgotten
Was it once a foundation stone
supporting a renowned building?
Maybe a grand hall
or some other proud structure?
Even merely holding
the walls of a humble barn
would have been a far greater glory
Than lying here in the weeds
My musings ended
I needed to move on
But a fence of rusted wire and sharp barbs
stood across my path
I had a moment of revelation,
though unadorned and overgrown
this block was created
to be my stepping stone
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