In a spare few minutes of an English Literature class this afternoon I managed to find a lovely poem I had been yet to read by Dannie Abse…
In a field in the County of Glamorgan.
You won’t find it named in any guidebook.
It lies, plonk, in the middle of rising ground,
It begins for no reason, ends no place.
No other walls are adjacent to it.
Seemingly unremarkable, it’s just there,
Stones of different sizes, different greys.
Don’t say this wall is useless, that the grass
On the shadow side is much like the other.
It exists for golden lichens to settle,
For butterflies in their obstacle race
Chasing each other to the winning post,
For huddling sheep in a slanting rainfall,
For you to say, “This wall is beautiful.”
There’s a lot of beauty in the world that goes unrecognized, unappreciated, or yet unbeknownst to us, waiting to bring a new light to life…