Ruined Farmhouse (Poetry)

These stones will not stand down
stubborn in their ranks
shoulder to shoulder they brace themselves
against the wind’s attack
rebuff its angry swarm
its sly-swung hack and slice.

Rough-hewn they show their grit
refuse to topple or give way
to wild and furious waves
the whoops of rule-less war.

And although they shelter nothing —
no one to protect from passing storms —
they soldier here in spite
of how the world moves on
their duty simple —
unflinchingly, they fight
until the elements undo them at the end
and break each solid one.