I Love The Art In Stone
I love the art in stone shown much less - these days,
When hung framed on bare walls of homes - in ways,
Absent of a stone mason's style of art - he displays,
With hammer and chisel his love of stone - he plays .
Stone is an art form when an artisan plies his trade.
Gathering in fresh farm springs
Country creeks flow downstream
Eroding outcroppings of hard rock
Strata used as wagon crossings
Later becoming bridge locations .
Near these, built at creekside,
Stone walls rise four stories tall,
Deep window sills mark each floor,
At the peak a hoist beam extends .
Below is an arched stone mill race,
Where channeled swift water turns
A huge drive wheel that transfers
Power by wide leather belts up to
The grinding floor where grain is
Fed between a flat stone face and
Another stone face that is turning .
Flour feeds an early struggling Nation .
Cut stone seeks a past's artful relation .
Mills, Roller Mills, Flour Feed Mills
Still stand tall, their art's in place,
Family named, silent, strong the walls.
Their need is gone, now long forgotten .
You. - cameras, You - pencils,
You. - water colors, You - oil pigments,
You. - Have you captured their souls ?
I love the art in stones when built as walls.
Ronald C . Downie