Square sets shroud the spinner’s yard,
A mournful tartan of the past;
Unlike the people; made to last,
From times when toil was long and hard.
It lived and yet it had no soul,
‘Neath the wheel and tread of foot;
‘Gainst iron rim and studded boot,
It faced all these and took its toll.
Assailants worn and then replaced,
All those afore and equine shoe;
Cobbler and Smith left to undo,
Ravages of granite cut and chased.
This timeless spread of stone now lies,
A record of all that’s gone before;
Echoes embedded for evermore,
Of wheels, the shods, the boots and cries.
Monty Alexander 15.1.05