The Waller (Evan) - by Greg Clinnick
He arrives before dawn and awaits first light,
His chisels and hammers arm him for the fight.
The stone looks quarrelsome and not ideal,
But he will lay two face metres cause that is the deal.
His hammer sends shards flying as he takes a knee,
He knows the stone will yield and patience is the key.
The batter is true, and no running joins can be found,
He is a certified Waller, and quite rightly proud.
His craft is ancient and demands skill and passion,
He is at one with the stone, but his energy he must ration.
From the sweat of his brow, what he builds is strong, artistic, and tall,
He leaves us his legacy, a dry-stone wall.