poem By Dave Goulder
The dyke at Croick
Two faced; guardian of the auld kirk
whose gravestones punctuate the smooth
squared ring of grey quartzite.
Stoically neutral in troubled times, a refuge, aye,
and shelter too for the cleared ground breakers
from the glens. Immune
to pious words; rejecting music.
Indifferent to praise or scorn
it is still a home
to wild things that peer
from carefully constructed gaps.
But not all wild things are friendly. Some
can be treacherous.
The seeming innocent acorn, the slow root and creeping ivy
will ultimately bring down the unwitting host.
Rabbits and gravity together
will change things.
Cows have no respect.
But even broken, the wall still
has work to do;
“I was put here for a purpose.
I will outlive you.”